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August 31, 1945

Posted: August 31, 2015 in Uncategorized
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At 9:45 a.m. on August 31, we had another trip from the Air Technical Command boys, and they dropped more food and clothes. I got fitted out with a completely new suit of clothes from head to foot, and I was filling out with chow. There was still a lot of waste because the chutes failed to open, and some of the chow came right through the roof of the building. I thought, Boy, wouldn’t it be tough to be bumped off by a case of chow this late in the game!

August 26, 1945

Posted: August 26, 2015 in Uncategorized
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On August 26 we had an issue of Nip and Limey clothes which consisted of the following: one summer shirt, one summer jacket, and one pair of summer pants. All of these were Jap type of clothes. Then we got one pair of rubber shoes of the Limey type and one package of hair tobacco. Then at 3:00 p.m. we were given an issue of one pair of Nip socks, one bar of soap, one pencil, one package of tooth powder, one tooth brush, some Benjo (toilet) paper and thirty-six fags were [sic] man.

Boy, O Boy! August 25, 1945 was a day of days for me and the rest of the men in this camp and the other one too. At 11:45 a.m., our planes at last spotted our camp and dropped a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes with a note saying, “IT WILL BE ONLY A FEW MORE DAYS.” It was dropped by Ens. W. F. Harrah, 2221 East Newton St., Seattle, Washington. This did things to me. I became all goose bumpy and tried to yell and holler, but would only choke down. Tears came into my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Other men’s reactions were the same, and we all cried with JOY! They also said they would be back later with chow and clothes.

Another man died from shell shock that day, making a total of twenty-seven from the first shelling, and six men died from the shelling of July 14th, which totaled thirty-three men in both raids.

August 15, 1945 was a day filled with activity, however. That morning we went to work as usual, but had two air raid alerts before 7:00 a.m. The last all clear sounded at 8:40. At 11:00 a.m. we came in for our rice ball chow, but they didn’t send us back to work. At 12:00 noon the Jap Commanding Officer called all of the Army and Company guards out, read a long scroll o them, and then they all faced toward Tokyo and did the Saki Karay – a low formal bow to the East. The company leader then said they could not use us any more, and that the Army leader had to find some other place for us to work.

I was at the river taking a bath when the Camp interpreter came down and told all of us to get back to camp in double time. A little later we found out the reason. At 4:30 p.m. we were informed that we were to move and we had about five minutes to get our gear together. I had only my blanket and a burned bowl to pick up, so no time was wasted on my part. They then gave us our rice ball and the first soup we had had since the shelling. Next we put the patients on trucks to be moved to a new amp. The rest of us fell in and marched about half a mile where we boarded a narrow gauged train and rode to Ohiashia, about sixteen kilometers away. Here we were housed in an old theater and were still crowded as usual. The news was that the war was over, and we all believed it as the change in treatment and other things had a tendency to prove it.

No “black-outs” were observed now and that rule had always been strictly enforced up to now. Another indication was that each man in this camp was issued one new working suit, one face towel, one bar of soap, one package of hair tobacco, one pair of wrap leggins [sic], and one civilian shirt. No questions were asked, and that has [sic] never happened before. Also, we had our first hot bath since July 14, 1945.

We did not have authentic word that the war was over, but we heard that General MacArthur made a speech in Tokyo asking if the Americans were to come in by force or in peace, and that the ultimatum was up at noon the previous day. We heard that America’s combined fleet of 3,500 ships was in the Yokahoma and Tokyo bays.

The chow was still way below par, but as long as we could believe the war was over, chow wasn’t so important, as we knew it would be only a matter of a few days until we would be eating state-side chow. Three years and three months of mainly soup and rice was enough of that, and all I could think of was that “Happy days are here again.”