On August 15th, when we finally got free from the war. I am going to devote my thoughts to all of the victims and the people who suffered from WW2, Pacific War.
Maybe this topic, or what I feel right now is not as touching as the actual stories from the people who actually experienced the war. this time let me focus more on Pacific War from a Japanese perspective. But I want you all to read my post, regardless of where you are from. im sure this can related to anyone who has ancestors going to the war.
– I watched this movie called “永遠の０” (Eien no zero). ‘The Eternal Zero’ which, inspired me a lot to write. It made me cry a lot. Amazing movie. Great story that deserves to be seen. Honestly. The words they said in the movie touched my heart. They are still in my mind. It portrays a man who was on the Kamikaze. It shows how cruel wars are, how precious lives are, and more of the things that make you think of. You might not be willing to see the movie about wars because usually it can be biased, but I would say everyone living today’s world really should watch it as they give us the great message you can live along with. (I believe that there are ones with English subtitles on the web. This story is originally from the novel by Hyakuta Naoki.) In Japan, during Pacific War, there was a special Army called “特別攻撃隊、in short we call it 特攻隊(Tokkoutai), which I suppose, is well known as “kamikaze” in English. They basically are a “Self destruction Army” because of their work. They went attack into the enemies army and almost in every occasion, they ended up dying. Most likely. To those who don’t understand the point of doing this, I feel you. We Japanese people were doing this just for our honor and pride. Sacrificing our lives for our own country was the most honorable thing. Now, people today think this is crazy, but at that moment this was pretty normal.
I knew that wars are really horrible, but again, I don’t feel to put into words when I imagine how horrible it was. I struggle to find the right words, and am trying to look for words carefully not to sound superficial, yet being true to what I am feeling. I sometimes get annoyed at myself knowing nothing about what people at that time have been through. Being given the life here, as their descendants I didn’t know what I can do about it other than just praying, honoring them. I have been thinking of the meaning of life as their descendant. – But I know now.
Today, I wonder what our ancestors fighting for our country at that time would think of what Japan now. is this country the one you wanted it them to be? Is this the country you were dying to protect for your children, grandchildren? All I can do is imagine, or listen, however, they left us the mission that we have to complete, being the survivors living their future. ; which is, keep fighting for your life. You are here to tell the stories. Ask whoever has the experiences. i believe that every survivor has their own stories. Every little thing seems precious to me, because i know that there were people who wanted that thing that we take for granted, yet couldn’t get it. I feel that I’m attached to even strangers, who are living now as soon as I imagine their family. I show my huge respect to old people surviving today, smiling, living day by day as if there was nothing happened from the bottom of my heart.
Keep telling the stories. Keep passing on your thoughts to the next generations. Don’t let their stories to bury into the past where nobody can see it today. That is why I am writing this post today, to fulfill the wishes people wishing they’d survive today but didn’t come true hoping that I could inspire someone to do the same.
Thank you for all your love.