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Saturday, November 5, 2011

November 11. REMEMBRANCE DAY

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, Canadians are asked to pause in memory of the thousands of men and women who sacrificed their lives in military service for our Freedom.
Remembrance day was first held throughout the Commonwealth in 1919. It marks the armistice to end the First World War, which came into effect at 11 am on November 11 1918.
The first World War ended.
By signing The Armistice and The Treaty of Versailles, Germany were made to accept the blame for the First World War and would have to pay reparations for damage caused, estimated to total 22 billion pounds. It was only in 2010 that Germany paid off its war debt, with a final payment of  59 million pounds (95 US million dollars).

The second World War was declared in September 1939 and the conflicts ended in 1945.
Canadians fought in Dieppe, Normandy, the North Atlantic, Hong Kong, and in many other important air, sea and land campaigns.
In total, more than one million men and women from Canada and Newfoundland served in the army, airforce and navy.
More than 47.000 did not come home.

This next article I had to add.Many movies and articles have been written about World War 2 in Europe and how Hitler tried to conquer the world. Not much is written about the emperor Hirohito of Japan.They fought a dirty war in the Pacific. This is an article about the A-bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, that saved many, many lives..




Innocents of Hiroshima: Exploding the Myth

by Roger S. Bratby, Gordon Highlanders,

There is the oft-repeated myth of 200.000 innocent people killed. There were no innocent people in Hiroshima. The city was a beehive of war industry. Every home was involved in the manufacture of parts for planes,boats,shells, and rifles. Even bedridden and wheelchair patients were assembling booby traps to leave in the path of the American aggressors.

Hiroshima was the lynchpin in the defense of the western half of Japan. The 2nd General Army of Field Marshal Shunroku Hata, comprising over 50,000 troops, was stationed around the city. The Headquarters of the infamous kempeitai  of over 900 officers was situated in Hiroshima Castle. In the huge complex of the shipyard they were constructing battleships,cruisers,destroyers,and submarines and the small one-man kaiten submarines. The Mitsubishi factory was making all types of tooling machinery. The Yoshikiwa Army Airfield contained a massive store of soldiers' equipment, a large gun store, warehouses full of aircraft spares and the Army-to-Navy complex. In Hiroshima Harbor were hundreds of small boats and one-man submarines fitted with explosive warheads. These were to be used by suicide sailors to attack the ships of the expected invasion of Kyushu.
The authorities in Hiroshima knew that the city was bound to come under air attack as soon as the Americans held the airfield on Okinawa. Consequently they had constructed huge shelters throughout the city. Fire measures could have saved thousands of lives but when the airplane spotters saw only one aircraft they decided not to sound the alarm as it would interrupt the production of armaments.
It has been voided many times that the Japanese would have given up and capitulated by November 1945 without the use of the atom bomb. This was a pipe dream. People have no idea of the determination of the Japanese nation to resist the invasion until everyone was killed. Field Marshal Hata decreed,"When the invasion begins every man, women and child will be armed", we will fight to the last man.
The Americans estimated that the small three-square-mile island of Iwo Jima would be overrun and captured within four days. It took four weeks. The cost in human life was enormous. The Americans suffered 25,851 battle casualties. The conquest of the sixteen-mile long island of Okinawa was expected to take four weeks. It took three months. Over 200.000 Japanese died. Mass KAMIKAZE attacks sank 400 ships and killed 9,724 naval ratings. The number of American G.I.s killed was 49,151.
All the Allied prisoners in Japan were engaged on war work. Our task was tunneling into the hills surrounding Nagasaki. In this rabbit warren of passages the Japanese were storing KAMIKAZE airplanes. With the wings folded back they were quite small and the Japanese seemed to be packing them in by the hundreds. In fact, after the war it was discovered they had 3,850 KAMIKAZE planes. As we traveled back and forth to work we saw women being trained. Many of them had bayonets fitted with bamboo shafts. Others were practicing with hand grenades. Their task was to kill one American soldier. They were being shown how to hide in a manhole or a ditch or the undergrowth and wait of the unsuspecting Allied soldier. It was the type of warfare carried out by the Japanese on Okinawa and Iwo Jima.
The line-up for the defense of the Japanese homeland was massive-over 2,000,000 regular troops, 2,300,000 battle-hardened soldiers being ferried over from China and 28,000,000 being trained. When President Truman asked General MacArthur how long it would take to overrun and defeat Japan the General replied,"If they use the same guerrilla tactics as on Iwo Jima and Okinawa it will take about ten years." President Truman was stunned.





I wonder why no one ever plants a tree for the innocent victims of Nanking. In a recent documentary a Japanese veteran soldier, Skiko Azuma, described the Army's advance into China. "When we came to a village we raped all the women and then killed everyone silently with the bayonet. We did this so the next village would not hear gunfire and then we could sleep without fear of attack. Also dead people tell no tales." Another Japanese veteran, Shozo Tominaga, declared,"When we came to Nanking most of the Chinese Army had escaped across the Yangtze river. It was decided then that we should kill every living person in the city. For three weeks we carried on with our rape and kill policy and the banks of the Yangtze river became clogged with corpses for miles down river.The officers urged us on. We acted like animals. However, to kill everyone became too great a task, we were ordered to cross the Yangtze river and move on against the Chinese. The landing-craft could not reach the riverbank and we were told to leap over the rotting corpses to reach the boat."
In Singapore the Japanese carried out the same policy as in Nanking but to a far lesser degree. All the Malay, Indians and other nationals were spared. Thousands of Chinese, hands tied behind them with their own shoelaces, were pushed into the docks. Some time later we prisoners spent weeks hauling their bloated cadavers out of the docks with grappling irons and piling them on lorries to be taken away and buried.

The Singaporeans have now erected a huge four-pillared obelisk in remembrance of the thousands of Chinese, murdered by the Japanese.
Never was there so much cruelty done. Men, women and children suffered under the Japanese occupancy. They were cruel, so unbelievable cruel, nobody would later believe what they had done to human beings.


                                                                               
REMEMBERING                                                         
                                                                                   
O, fortunate man:
Wrists bound, knees bent, head bowed,
Staring into the shadowed trench;
The blade is swift, the slice sure.

Sightless, he sees what might have been.
Crushed into a basket, the wicker constrains
The drowning man's despairing,hopeful struggle,
While the clear salt water scalds his lungs.
.....Or,
Trailed behind the boat as shark bait,
Leaking blood to attract the sport
And excite the laughter.
Perhaps, at dusk,
Strung by his thumbs to a branch,
(His toes, even with the rocks attached,
Yet still failing to reach the ground)
He awaits the morning's bayonet drill.
His friends had had it worse. Old Joe,
Trussed with barbed wire, mouth stopped,
Pumped through his nose with water,
Died beneath the boots that jumped and split
His distended stomach open
To their wearers" laughter.
                                                                                  
But the destruction of the body is nothing.
The ritual is spiritual. They do it for the pain;
And,yet,better,for the agony
And for the ecstasy the agony gives them.

O, how they love their cruelty,
These little yellow men.

Thank God:he hadn't been a woman,
A pleasured nurse, gang-raped through the long
Night hours,
Tortured near death,
Taken to the beach to wash
Irremediable stains                                                    

From broken body,
And machine-gunned standing in the surf.
Or, disemboweled to win a bet:
The soldier won(it was a boy);
The women lost(the child,her life)
As God's blood dripped into the gutter.

And now, in the last few seconds of a lifetime,
Deep inside that shadowed trench
He sees his children playing in the sand,
Their mother, mourning, watching'
The blessed blade sings its dirge:
The blood spurts, mushrooms,
Driven by the final heartbeat.

The trench is black. His head
Falls into the abyss.

The Author of this poem reported that he was persuaded to write it for two reasons. First was the memory of a photograph, seen in a book published by the British Government, during the war( a book of which all copies to be found were withdrawn from circulation in 1951), featuring a row of Australian prisoners in the process of decapitation. He reflected at the time that perhaps they were the lucky ones, and in later years, as reports of officially sanctioned sadism entered the public domain, he learned they had indeed suffered a much less painful death than many thousands of others.The essential feature(he wrote), still so foreign to the sensibilities of survivors, that many can scarce allow themselves to recall its awfulness, is that so much of the cruelty, excused as Bushido, or as the consequences of not being covered by international treaty, or as behavior typical of soldiers of all nations, was driven by a compulsive, addictive drive for pleasure. Continually, as the reports are analyzed, the full horror of this obscenity burns into the consciousness:these cruelties were for enjoyment.
The second reason(he wrote) was the shameful insistence by "Tony Benn"(alias the Right Honourable Anthony Wedgewood. Benn P.C.), when speaking on the BBC Radioa Four Service, that the attack on Hiroshima was unnecessary, that the Japanese had already agreed to surrender, and that the use of the atomic bomb was part of an American conspiracy to terrorize the rest of the world with this manifestation of its power. That it is possible for a man who has been a cabinet Minister in a British Government to publish, with the help of the BBC, such L U N A T I C nonsense as this, conclusively demonstrates that the true facts of the Japanese War are still relatively unknown, and that such comparatively well-informed audiences as those of Radio Four are deemed by the BBC to be ignorant of the truth, known to all survivors, and testified by many surviving Japanese documents in the possession of the BRITISH,DUTCH, and AMERICAN Governments, that orders had been issued for all prisoners to be murdered as the Japanese Army withdrew their conquered territories.

This is an extract from beyond the Bamboo screen, edited by Tom McGrowran,OBE, and published by Cualann Press

.

Laurens van der Post, writing of his experiences as a prisoner of the Japanese, immortalized them in these words-

   For four years we were in the hands of a lot of lunatics:  
   for us it was a medieval war. It couldn't have been more
   horrible. We were faced with death and brutality of the
   most extraordinary kind; we were utterly powerless
   minute by minute.That was a war within a war.

This quotation was chosen by Tom McGowran to preface his collection of extracts from the newsletters of Scottish Far East Prisoner of War Association which, together with a few items from other sources, has been published by the CUSALANN PRESS with the title of  BEYOND THE BAMBOO SCREEN.

The extracts are reminiscences written by survivors of the war's worst atrocities. Statistics tell only a part of the full story-for example, that of the 85,0000 captured at the fall of Singapore, one third died in captivity-and only those who read books such as this will be able to understand the horrific way in which the prisoners died, and the inhumane way in which the survivors were forced to live. (When the Japanese troops burst their way into the Tanglin Military Hospital they bayoneted not only the patients in the beds, they bayoneted also the patients on the operating tables as well as the doctors and nurses treating them.)

Red Cross parcels were never distributed to the prisoners-they fed their captors instead. Occasionally a starving man would endeavor to recover something from where the parcels were stored, but the retribution if caught would be to be beaten unconscious and then to be tortured, sometimes to death, sometimes not. Japanese torture is bestial, as these accounts, written by survivors who are not professional authors, bear irrefutable witness.

The book rightly discusses the contentious question of the justification for the use of the atomic bombs at Nagasaki and Hiroshima. There are two factors of prime importance to this issue. The first, too often forgotten, is that instructions had been issued to all Camp Commandants that in the event of Allied invasion of Japanese-occupied territory, all POWs were to be exterminated in whatever way was most convenient to local circumstances. This meant all prisoners weather they were men, women or children. At the War Crimes Trials one of the documents attesting this was Document No. 2701, and translation of its text is included in this book. The second factor is the Japanese intention to fight on to the very last, man,woman or child.


What kind of nation is this? This nation calls themselves Japan, under the Emperor Hirohito. . He was invited to visit the Netherlands in 1971 from Japan.
This verse was a protest verse from a well-known cabaret performer, Wim Kan, from the Netherlands. He was a prisoner of war in the Dutch Indies and forced like my father Klaas van der Wal, to work on the infamous Burma railroad tracks.




There are not many people alive anymore,who were there
The enemy killed about 1/3 of them
They sleep in a jute sack, and the sky is their roof
The camps are abandoned and the prison cells empty
There are not many people anymore who can tell

Only the dead know, what happened on that railroad track
And under every sleeper is lying one
There in the ground in Burma, their mouth shut till eternity,
What happened here, he could have never predicted
There are not many people anymore who can tell

Those are the ones who know from then: the three Pagoden pass
The death railway at Rangoon, escape, how is that?
You were murdered, without being heard, at the Emperor command,
But who likes to spread this still around?
There are almost no more people who can.

There is however still one who can tell!
Who knows the history as no one else: The Emperor from Japan!
He was not hung but came to the Palace and ate from a dish
Someone could have ask him questions about that time in Burma
At the railroad tracks, with all those death, and sick, and hunger
and those prison cells.

What an opportunity he had
While he ate from that nice dish
To tell them how it was.

Written by Wim Kan. He passed away on September 8, 1983.
My father died on that railroad track on September 18 1943.







Now I start to understand why my mother and Aunt, and thousands of women and men, did not talk about these cruelties these little Japanese men (I cannot call them soldiers) inflicted on them.This was not human, and the worst part was: that when they arrived back in the Netherlands people did not  believe it.How hard it must have been to live with this.My mother passed away in 2003 at the age of 84. Mom your story will be told, and I can tell you, people start to listen.

                                                        President  Harry S. Truman:  August 9 1945

I realize the tragic significance of the atomic bomb. It is an awful responsibility which has come to us.......We thank God that it has come to us, instead of to our enemies, and we pray that He may guide us to use it in His ways and for his purpose....









                                      Thank you........ What a responsibility to live with.We will never forget.

      


            IN REMEMBRANCE FOR ALL WHO DIED: 1941-1945. NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN.

Monday, August 15, 2011

Remembrance day. August 15.

It has been 66 years ago that we were freed from Japanese prison camps in former Dutch East Indies. August 15 1945 was the day, although the Japanese did not tell us, until the 27th. August. Quietly we sang our national anthem, hardly believing that the war with Japan was over.
The proclamation of peace in Banjoebiroe,was the last camp my mother and I were. The Japanese had kept it to themselves and did not tell us until the end of August.

We were Free, but at what cost . The bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki saved us. The Emperor of Japan offered his own people.It is a day to celebrate and a day to mourn. Hope this will never happen again.

Perhaps the experiences of the Australians, Dutch(and all the other people who struggled, lived and died together) is best summed up by a poem written by an Australian named:

Ducan Butler.


                                                                      
"I've traveled down some lonely roads
Both crooked tracks and straight
And I've learned life's noblest creed
Summed up in one word "MATE"
I am thinking back across the years
A thing I do of late
And this word sticks between my ears
You've got to have a mate.

Someone who'll take you as you are
Regardless of your state
And stand as firm as Ayers Rock
Because he is your mate.

My mind goes back to "43
To slavery and hate
When one man's chance to stay alive
Depended on his mate.

With bamboo for a billy can
And bamboo for a plate
A bamboo paradise for bugs
Was bed for me and my mate.

You'd slip and slither through the mud
And curse your rotten fate,
But then you'd hear a quiet word:
"Don't drop your bundle mate"

And though it's all so long ago
This truth I have to state:
A man don't know what lonely means
"Till he has lost his mate.

If there's a life that follows this,
If there's a Golden Gate
The welcome that I want to hear
Is just" Welcome my mate"

And so to all who ask us why
We keep these special dates
Like Anzac day, I answer"Why"
We're thinking of our mates.

And when I've left the driver's seat
And handed in my plates
I'll tell old Peter at the door:
"I've come to join my MATES".





The words in the poem includes lines like...."Why..... do we keep these special dates"
It is important to realize that history is a teacher of us all. It is a method by which we should not repeat, unthinkingly, the same errors of the past.
As somebody once said:
"The difference between the fool and the intelligent person is the one that only makes the mistake once"


                                                                 Lest we forget!



Thursday, June 23, 2011

Expo in hall library about The Dutch- Indies.

First of all I have no news yet about the meeting with the house of Representatives of the Dutch Parliament. The meeting was postponed until the 28th of June.
In the meantime their will be an Exhibit at the library in Roosendaal. "After 65 years,still the children who paid the piper'.
This is about the Dutch community from the former Dutch Indies,during and especially after world war II.
Bandoeng destroyed.

Street in Bandoeng

Waterway in Bandoeng


School bus with students in Bandoeng

The exhibit is an initiative of the foundation of Japanese Honorary Debts in deliberation with the Indies Platform and will be officially opened by the Mayor Jacques Niederer from Roosendaal, on June 17th.
The exhibit is a compound on the basis of two NIOD-accounts, the Dutch government instructed professor dr. Hans Meijer and dr. P.Keppy to put this together.

In these reports('trails of destruction' and 'Indies account') both scientists affirm
that after world war II the Dutch government has neglected and purposeful forgot about the interests from about three-hundred-thousand Dutch from the former Dutch-Indies.This enormous group of Dutch people feels that the Netherlands has neglected them for already 65 years.They are still waiting for acknowledgement and a justified settlement of wages and pensions, the socalled 'backpay'.
The compliers of these reports speak about a very harsh judgement, how this has been handled. Profressor dr. Meyer said that the situation during an interview some years ago was' shocking and dr. Keppy spoke of 'shameful.
The two NIOD-reports are,in spite of the promises of government and parliament,still not taken care off in the house of Representatives of the Dutch Parliament.This is one of the reasons why this exhibit was put together. Through this exhibit these two reports will give insight and understanding.

On June 28, we finally will be heard by the house of Representatives of the Dutch Parliament.

Elizabeth van Kampen, my best friend from Holland, said on facebook:
Dr. Keppy wrote a very good book about what every single one of us, Indonesian-Indo-Europeans and Dutch have lost. Especially our parents of course. So please order a copy.

I am sad to say, that there are also people who oppose our rights to that acknowledgement, and/or compensation for their own pet reasons, which are usually spawned by their enormous ignorance and hate.
I hope for these people that a day will come they change their mind.It is sad that they do not know the history, which was never been taught in school.So I do not blame them.I only feel sorry for them, that they are talking about something they do not know about.

As soon as I know, how the meeting with the house of Representatives of the Dutch Parliament went, I will write about it on my blog.

Amsterdam, 1947. Protest against sending military to Indonesia.

 On the signs it says: Stop the war, Save our boys, Peace with Indonesia, No fighting but friendship.
Protest against the Dutch government.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Peru apologises for WWII persecution of Japanese

LIMA- PRESIDENT Alan Garcia on Tuesday, June 14 2011, apologized for the arbitrary arrest of thousands of Japanese immigrants and their deportation to US internment camps during World War II.

The Japanese immigrants were rounded up by the pro-US government of the time soon after Japan's surprise attack on Pearl Harbor in December 1941.

'Today, as president of Peru, we ask for forgiveness for this grave attack on human rights and the dignity of the Peruvian-Japanese and the Japanese in 1941,'Mr Garcia said. 'Thousands of Japanese citizens or children of Japanese were arbitrarily and illegally detained....mobs of bandits raided your homes, your businesses, and occupied your property.'

He noted that 'the Peruvian government has never asked for forgiveness or apologized'.'Today I say, as president of Peru, that we ask for forgiveness,'he said. Most of the Latin Americans of Japanese origin in US internment camps came from Peru, according to journalist Alejandro Sakuda, who has written extensively on the subject.

Many of the survivors today are seeking a compensation equivalent to the indemnity Japanese-Americans received in 1988, when the United States officially apologized for internment camps. The first Japanese immigrants sailed to Peru in 1899 aboard the Sakura-Maru. Most came to work on cotton or sugar plantations. Some 100.000 descendants of Japanese immigrants today live in Peru, according to government figures.

The most famous Peruvian of Japanese descent is Alberto Fujimori, president 1990-2000, who is serving a prison sentence on rights abuse and corruption charges. Fujimori traveled to Japan in the final days of his presidency in the midst of a corruption scandal, then resigned via fax from a Tokyo hotel. Japan subsequently granted him citizenship, and Lima spent years trying to convince Tokyo to extradite Fujimori to face criminal charges.


This article I read in the STRAITS TIMES breaking world news.

I hope Japan will follow next. It is never too late to apologize for all the wrong doings Japan has inflicted on human beings in world war II.
WHEN IS THIS DAY COMING? DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORD "APOLOGIZE"
DOES "MOSHIWAKE GOZAIMASEN" AND A 90 DEGREE BOW DO IT?OR DOES THE SITUATION CALL FOR FURTHER ELABORATION AND ACTS OF CONTRITION?

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Our trip to Holland

Just returned from my vacation in Holland. We had a great time. Met lots of our friends, who we had not seen for over 40 years.It was like time stood still. The only difference was a few wrinkles.We left 0n May 6 with KLM and arrived in Holland Saturday May 7, 12 noon.On Tuesday May 10 we went to The Hague, to attend a demonstration in front of the Japanese embassy.The Dutch who survived the war as prisoners of war from the Japanese, demonstrate every second Tuesday of each month.This has been done for years. The Japanese have never acknowledged their wrong doings in World War 2.Two people from the foundation of Japanese Honorary Debts spoke with the Prime Minister of Japan the Excellency Naoto KAN.

Elizabeth van Kampen and me in front of the Japanese embassy, in the background my cousin Toby.
Here we are the three of us in The Hague at the demonstration.

Excellency,

Disasters caused by nature are difficult to comprehend, albeit they offer numerous opportunities for change. An obvious one and most exciting is the quantum leap one can make in resolving old problems. In this context the earthquake and tsunami could be a chance "to face up to the past in shaping the future." These famous words by the great former German President Freiherr Von Weizsacker made it possible for the German people to accept their responsibility for the past in acknowledging the wrongdoings by the Nazi regime and compensate the victim materially and immaterially.

Prime Minister,

In my previous petition I initiated an opportunity in the field of sustainable energy. Japan's original strategy to rely in future on mainly nuclear power will no longer get the public support needed. Preference, desire and expectations in establishing future energy sources determine the strategic decisions. No longer are short cuts or committee decisions the order of the day, but dynamic leadership with a clear vision and willingness to invest in the future will be required. We noted that you have been much involved in setting up a reconstruction agency to cope with the immediate task of restoring the earth quake and tsunami damage, but with a view to the future too. In this context it would be suitable to consider the suggestions made in my previous petition 197. The Dutch sustainable energy initiators could jointly with Japanese industry and the Japanese government explore ways of cooperation whereby the fruits of this cooperation could form the basis of a new foundation which would resolve the historic wrongs of the Japanese military in the Far East, in particular the Dutch from the Dutch East Indies during the Pacific War.

Prime Minister,
I sincerely look forward to your early reply. Time is of the essence in restoring confidence and taking lead.

On behalf of the Foundation of Japanese Honorary Debts,

J.F. van Wagtendonk.
President.

We held up a big sign , which said: NO PEARL HARBOR....NO HIROSHIMA! After the demonstration, which lasted for about an hour, we all met in a restaurant close to the Peace Palace in The Hague, and got to hear what the Japanese ambassador had to say. As usual they had all kinds of excuses.I met a few people who had been in the same prison camp as me. It was very emotional.Sad that none of them remembered my mother or my aunt.So many have passed away.It was so nice to meet with Elizabeth van Kampen, who had been a prisoner of war in Banjoebiroe. It was very nice to talk to her.She was 15 years old when she was put in this camp with her two sisters and mother.She told me that she had to work everyday outside the camp, she only knew the girls and young women from her shift.When they got back from their days work they were too exhausted, to even be interested what was going on in the camp. The most remarkable thing was that she, her mother and her sisters must have been on the same transport as my mother and I. We might even have been on the same truck, which took us from this prison camp, after the war. We were one of the last people of the camp who were taken from there, because our mothers were so sick.It was November 26 1945.

The cells in Banjoebiroe 10, where we were locked up.How it is now.
A drawing from Banjoebiroe 10. How it was.

I received an e-mail from Elizabeth van Kampen which said that the foundation had a meeting on June 8 with the house of Representatives of the Dutch Parliament. There will be another demonstration on Tuesday 14th. and the 16th we hope to hear from the Dutch government if we will get a payment, yes or no.
The thing is that all we like to hear, and from the government and the media that not only the Dutch in Holland suffered from world war2, but also the Dutch in the Dutch Indies. Our wartime was nothing compared to the Netherlands they always say. We always get put in the background. Very strange indeed, because we are Dutch very much Dutch.When will we get recognition, which we seek so desperately?

I cannot wait till the 16th.

A few more pictures taken in The Hague on May 10 2011.

Elizabeth van Kampen with my husband at the demonstration in The Hague.

                                                    


                                                  Peace Palace in The Hague

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Heartache and destruction

What is going on in the world? America struck by tornadoes.Mother nature at its worst. So many death's. So much destruction,so many people homeless.What struck me the most is, that the newspapers and televisions were hardly mentioning it, all stations were following the royal wedding. Maybe it is that people like to see happiness and fairy tales. It is very depressing to see so much heartache, destruction and sorrow.People are sick and tired to watch people getting killed through war, and disasters.
I came upon this recipe and had to put it on my blog.One of my friends in Jamaica had it hanging in their kitchen.

A Happy home recipe.

4 cups of love.
2 cups of loyalty.
3 cups of forgiveness.
1 cup of friendship.
5 spoons of hope.
2 spoons of tenderness.
4 quarts of faith.
1 barrel of laughter.

Take love and loyalty, mix it thoroughly with faith.
Blend it with tenderness, kindness and understanding.
Add Friendship and hope.
Sprinkle abundantly with laughter.
Bake it with sunshine.
Serve daily with generous helpings.

When you serve this recipe daily,your life will be beautiful.

This is Love.




                                                             Is it life wonderful?

Thursday, April 14, 2011

I am not alone.

Today I was doing some shopping in the mall, and when I was ready to pay my bill, the cashier asked me if I liked to donate one dollar for Japan.I had to be very careful with my answer and before I could help myself my words came out by it self, and I said;I will not even donate one penny. To my surprise the lady cashier said to me; You are like me and my husband, he forgave but will never forget.I asked her why then she was asking for money, she told me she had to ask every customer to try to raise some money, this was in a big department store in the mall.We got to talk a little bit after, and that's all I like to write about it, for now.
When I came home, I had to think about it again, and yes the Japanese people are suffering and I feel for them. The suffering and damage what has been done to them by mother nature is very sad.It has brought a lot of pain and destruction for the people of Japan, and I feel for them.But things are stuck in my head and the sorrow I feel for my mother and my aunt, with what they had to live with, all their life, comes to the surface with so much pain. I feel anger towards the government of Japan, who never acknowledged about the destruction and atrocities they had brought upon millions of people in world war2. They used men, women and children as slaves to work in their factories, until they dropped dead.The lady in the store told me that her husband was one of the ten year old boys, who were taken away from their mothers, because they so called were the enemy and a threat for Japan. As a ten year old boy you were taken away from your mom, you were put in prison camps and had to do slave work, with very little food.Think about that your ten year old is taken away from you, you knew almost for sure you would never see him again.
Japan had the second best economy in the world before this disaster struck.Was it too much to ask for an apology, and some sort of compensation? Millions of people died of starvation, torture, rape and killings.My mother and my aunt and thousands of women,children and men had to live the rest of their lives with these terrible memories and the loss of their husbands, the piercing cries of pain and terror of their friends being tortured and killed.All their life they lived with these nightmares, brought upon them by human beings,....no, these were not human beings they were animals from another planet.It is terrible when you lose a husband, child or friend in a disaster, by mother nature. But nothing can compare what human beings are capable of doing to each other.That's what stays with you for the rest of your life.You will never be able to forget.
As young as 10 years old the Japanese took them away from their mothers.


I came upon this poem, written by Win Rainer.

Can anyone forget the war?
The principles worth fighting for?
Can we ever accept loss of life
The sadness and emptiness of a wife?
Times are changing that we know,
Leave our young in Peace to grow,
How can they achieve and understand
Any nation over land?
Power is a mighty blade,
That never achieved any grade.
Young people have the right
To their life without a fight.
To make their way in peace,
War is nobodies release.

Perhaps the experiences of the Australians, Dutch, English and all the other people who struggled, lived and died together, is best summed up by a poem written by an Australian named:
DUNCAN BUTLER.

"I've traveled down some lonely roads
Both crooked tracks and straight
And I've learned life's noblest creed
Summed up in one word "MATE"
I am thinking back across the years
A thing I do of late
And this word sticks between my ears
You've got to have a "Mate".
Someone who'll take you as you are
Regardless of your state
And stand as firm as Ayers Rock
Because he is your "Mate".
My mind goes back to '43
To slavery and hate
When one man's chance to stay alive
Depended on his "Mate".
With bamboo for a 'billie-can'
And bamboo for a plate
A bamboo paradise for bugs
Was bed for me and my "Mate".
You'd slip and slither through the mud
And curse your rotten fate
But then you'd hear a quiet word:
"Don't drop your bundle "Mate".
And though it's all so long ago
This truth I have to state
A man don't know what lonely means
Until he has lost his "Mate".
If there's a life that follows this,
If there's a Golden Gate
The welcome that I want to hear
Is just a "Welcome from my Mate".
And so to all who ask why?
We keep these special dates
Like Anzac day, I answer "Why"?
We're thinking of our "Mates"
And when I have left the driver's seat,
And handed in my plates
I will tell old Peter at the door:
"I have come to join my "Mates".


Ayers Rock in Australia, also known as Uluru.


The words in the poem includes lines like....."Why..... do we keep these special dates". It is important to realize history is a teacher of us all. It is a method by which we should not repeat, unthinkingly, the same errors of the past.
As somebody once said:"The difference between the fool and the intelligent person , is that one only makes the mistake once".