The War is Over

We were underground, at least I was. The crew I was with was underground when the foreman of the mine came down or the superintendent or whatever they called him of the mine, the boss of the mine came down, and told us. He said, “Well boys clean up and go up,” he said, “the war is over.” We said, “Who won? ” “Well, your side did.” “Well then you clean up yourself.” And we went up. And when we got to camp we had Japanese guards still in the pill boxes at the camp. We threw them out and took their guns away from them and we got tar paper from our officers over it because they said they were there to guard us. We figured we could guard ourselves a hell of a lot better than they could. After that we went to Sendai, got drunk, raised hell and me and this other lad we met a Japanese officer strutting down the street. He had a P38, a German P38 in a holster and he had a sword. I took his P38 and my friend took his sword, and we booted his ass, got a little bit even. We didn’t hurt him very much though. Oh there was a bunch of fighter planes flew over the camp and they dropped a wrench down with a note tied on it to make us sign as to how many men was in the prison camp and we went in the store room and got sheets that we had never seen before and we made a sign as to how many people was in the camp. Two hours later them same planes come back over and dropped each one of us a t-bone steak, a carton of chocolates, a carton of chewing gum and a carton of tobacco or not tobacco but cigarettes. And then a few days later the bombers came over and they dropped food in 45 gallon drums, two of them welded together and they dropped them out in a rice paddy and we went out and retrieved them and it was right full of canned food. I ate a whole box of chocolates, and I wasn’t alone. And I’m telling you I was so sick, I thought I was going to die.