Mid-August Again


Mid-August again

When the mid-August comes,

Lingering summer’s heat is felt mixed with a hint of autumn cool

Reminding me of the time when the Pacific war came to an end.

The war had devastated our country with millions of people killed.

But the Pacific war was not the only war.

Many other wars continued to go on today over the world.

It was three scores and eleven years ago

That a government of the people, by the people, for the people

Came to take over the military government of our war-torn country.

It was three months after I had begun schooling at seven.

At school, I had begun to be taught to stand in attention

Wherever I heard the word “Emperor”.

“What would you like to be when you grow up?” an adult might ask me.

“A soldier, sir.”

“Ah, good boy. And what are you going to do as a soldier?”

“Fight for my country, sir. Serve His Majesty the Emperor, sir. With all my body and life, sir.”

How could I know what I was saying meant then.

As far as that goes, did the questioner know what he was asking me either.

I was then separated far from my family.

All elementary school children were then forced to evacuate from their home towns

To remote rural areas so that we kids would survive in case their home towns turn to battle fields.

Even if the people were all killed, we kids would remain alive

To prevent the “Divine Yamato (Japanese) People” from being exterminated.

But we were more or less left forgotten in remote areas even without sufficient food.

My daily life then was made up of hunting for anything edible –

Soft weeds, hornet’s nest to pull out the grubs, frogs, mulberry, silkworm pupas, locusts, etc.

It was by my instinct to find anything edible to live in those days.

One day, there was a sudden announcement that the Emperor would speak on the radio.

It was impossible to imagine His Majesty the Emperor would talk directly to the people.

But we knew the announcement was true when we were told to come around the radio set.

There was only one radio set at the inn where we were staying.

We kids were thus told to come to the room where the radio set was.

But I was confined in a closet as I was being bullied by older kids.

“You are not good enough to hear the voice of His Majesty,” I was told.

From the inside of the closet, I could hear the fainting sound of the cicadas

And what I believed was the Emperor’s voice. I couldn’t understand a word he said.

After a while, I heard the kids running back from the room where the radio set was.

“Hey, war is over,” the same kid who bullied me opened the closet door and shouted to me joyfully.

Entire inn was filled with joyous voices of “War is over”, “The war ended.”

The kids who had serious looks until only minutes ago are shouting like real kids.

I don’t remember if any of them said to me, “Japan was defeated.”

The kids were not only the people who so quickly changed.

The world swiftly changed 180 degrees around me.

I was looking like a skeleton hunting for anything I could eat to survive.

But a few months later something in strange-looking bags and wraps were distributed among us.

They were some relief goods from America.

We kids had been trained to say, “American devils.”

But it changed overnight to say, “Americans, our savior.”

The older kids who bullied me showed unbelievable change, too.

Those kids would never forget to take some portion of my food rations.

But for the candies, cookies or whatever in the wraps from America,

They said to me, “Hey these are yours. You eat them all.”

Today, more than seven decades later, I can see myself looking like a skeleton

Reflected on the mirrors thousands of miles away.

The mirrors are the wars still going on half a way around the Globe.

I hear the news of kids hunting for weeds to eat.

I see the kids as the reflection of myself of those days on the mirror.

And I remember the pain of hunger which now makes me angry.

The anger is something I was too young to feel when I was a kid.

Who caused the Pacific war that made so many people suffer and die?

A war is the worst crime that can be committed on Earth.

There must be the perpetrators for all wars that break out.

Find the perpetrators.

I am now so angry that I could tie all such perpetrators to stakes.

I am so angry I could keep them tied to the stakes for days until they could feel the hunger that I felt.

The perpetrators might not know what the hunger could be unless they feel it themselves.

I am so angry I could burn the clothes the perpetrators are wearing with a torch

So that they would know by themselves the suffering of those who died in air raids.

I am so angry I could burn their clothes with a torch so that the clothes would stick to their skins.

A woman testified her clothes were burned instantly when the atom bomb exploded a mile away.

It was out of question to get a medical help then and her clothes were kept stuck to her skins.

Eventually part of her skins began to rot and flies came to lay eggs.

She is alive today and testified about the pains she suffered when the maggots were removed.

I would be happy to remove maggots one by one from the rotten skins of the perpetrators.

I’d be pleased to keep the perpetrators tied to the stakes to suffer pains and die

So that they could know by themselves the excruciating agony and pain many mothers went through.

There is a picture of a mother who died holding her baby in her arms.

She did not have the strength left in her body to shout for help. She was burned black.

The head of the baby is drooping and also black from burns.

Those who suffered and died number more than 3 million.

They are mostly children, women, the elderly and other powerless people.

They were born and have all the right in the world to live happy lives.

How could they want a war?

But, should they express an anti-war opinion, they would be subjected to arrest.

And I fear the history may repeat itself.

In the wake of the complete devastation by the war, our country renounced wars.

Under its new constitution it promised never to use force for settlement of international disputes.

Whoever penned the no-war Constitution, it was the greatest gift given to any people on Earth.

But there are signs today that the control over the constitution may be skillfully shifted from the people to the government.

Our country may arm itself again complete with the court martial

Under which the young people could be trained to kill or be killed.

Who are the perpetrators yearning to cash in on wars?

Are they inside or outside our country? Or are they inside or outside of our own heart?

Whoever or whatever they are, they are callous about the desire of the weak for peaceful life.

Whoever or whatever they are, I am ready to burn them by torch with my anger.

(AshiAkira, Aug. 15, 2016)



18 Responses to Mid-August Again

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  2. mopana says:

    A very touching poem, Ashi. I understand your anger. I would love to live in a world without wars but I know that this is impossible. Is impossible because of those perpetrators about you already talked. They were, they are and they will be as long as humans will live on this planet.

    • AshiAkira says:

      Thank you for reading the story. With the perpetrators, humans may not be able to live on this planet for long. šŸ™‚ I put this story on your guest page, too. I hope I did it OK. šŸ™‚

  3. dornahainds says:

    Such a heartbreaking and heartfelt story-telling.

  4. Powerful memories that touch hearts and argue so forcefully for the end of all wars, Ashi. Thank you for walking that journey to your painful past as a starving child forced to survive however you could, expected to dream of becoming a soldier yourself someday.

  5. gigoid says:

    My friend, I share your anger, though I did not experience the misery you did. I’ll hold your coat while you burn them, okay? I’d be proud to do so, and would be happy to provide you with names of some of the perpetrators, all of whom gave up their humanity in favor of money. I have a list, and I’d be happy to share it with you…. then, we could begin the process of removing them from human society, to be part of which they can make no honest claim…

    I also believe they should be made to feel the pain and fear of their victims…. forever.


  6. lorriebowden says:

    I want to say thank you for sharing this heartfelt account of your past. It has struck me deep to my soul and I cry real tears for the pain that horrific time has caused you…and our earth as a whole! I don’t understand how people can act so atrociously and create a climate where they carry out such acts without feeling for human life. I personally apologize to you, and know that it does nothing to ease your pain because it does nothing to ease mine. I pray for peace…and forgiveness.

    Broken hearts can join
    And maybe restore the peace
    That God intended


    • AshiAkira says:

      Thank you for reading the story. I don’t see why you feel you need to apologize to me. You happened be a citizen of the country that won that particular war while I was born in the country that lost. As far as I can see you and I are both victims because the “perpetrators” who started the war were in both countries. Besides you and me, lots of other people were victimized in both countries. And those “perpetrators” still exist in he world. When I hear of the kids in Syria who have no food to eat and are hunting for weeds that could be eaten, I see my myself of those days. As your beautiful poem says, peace is intended in which we are supposed to live happy lives. You are right ā€“ we are broken hearts but can join to restore the peace intended. Thank you again for reading the story. I mean to write more in the future.

  7. Array says:

    Dear Sir, how i love your haiku poems, what you have become. How such adversity has given you the ability to give to me a gift, of your words. Thankyou. Be safe and well friend. Greetings from Oz.

    • AshiAkira says:

      Thank you for the kind comment. (I found it in the spam file today. I don’t know why it got there.)

      • gary j says:

        Probably because i commented on a story poem from four years ago, which touched me deeply, as all your story poems do. My comment is about the poignant story i have just read, about your experiences and reflecting upon the quiet beauty of your haiku poems today, your work is a gift to all who are fortunate enough to come across it. Please forgive such a clumsy comment, but is heartfelt and true. May this new year be a good one for you and yours. Peace and love dear Ashi, thankyou.

      • AshiAkira says:

        Aww I don’t know how I can thank you for such kind words. May the coming year be a good one for you and yours as well. Stay safe and well.

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