Japan 1945
- Sarah Munn
- Jun 8
- 1 min read
Winter in Japan is crisp dry and
very cold. We’d shower together
after exercising, under jets
of stinging iciness. One tap for
all as we stand together under
a rain of stinging needles. The Guards
amused at our antics. Then a good
no-towel brisk rub down with our shirts!
We kept positive. I grew into
their language. More cloth to my bow. Our
group a hundred strong would walk daily
to the factory by the gorge with
rushing water. I got to know the
guard and we connected. We grew close.
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