|This is what remains of my father's diaries. He became a Japanese P.O.W after the fall of Singapore and spent 3 and a half years in Changi and on the 'Railway of Death'|
|The Imperial Japanese Army were now confronted with the problem of what to do with the wreckages of humanity which were the survivors of their Railway. These did not look like men; on the other hand, they were not quite animals. |
They had feet torn by bamboo thorns and working for long months without boots. Their shins had no spare flesh at all on the calf and looked as if bullets had exploded inside them, bursting the meat outwards and blackening it. These were their ulcers of which they had dozens, from threepenny bit size upwards, on each leg.
Their thigh bones and pelvis stood out sharply and on the point of each thigh bone was that red raw patch like a saddle sore or monkey’s behind.
All their ribs showed clearly, the chest sloping backwards to the hollows of throat and collar bone.
Arms hung down, stick-like, with huge hands, and the skin wrinkled where muscle had vanished, like old men.
Heads were shrunken on to skulls with large teeth and faintly glowing eyes set in black wells: hair was matted and lifeless.
The whole body was draped with a loose-fitting envelope of thin purple-brown parchment which wrinkled horizontally over the stomach and chest and vertically on sagging fleshless buttocks.
That was what the Japanese and Koreans did to the men who went on Forces F and H and lived. Of the total number who left Singapore, about half had survived.
|I have compiled my father's story into an EBook which may be downloaded from here so that hopefully it will be spread throughout the world and the horrors that he and the many thousands like him suffered might not happen again.|
The end result of war is that no-one really wins and once you go to war - you go for your whole life!
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