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Chapter 4 FUKUSHIMA INTERNMENT CAMP 1942.

Camp in a former hotel, where they were allowed to visit the shops, go for walks in the country, and play tennis and had excellent food. After a fortnight of this luxury they were abruptly dispatched to our  camp to enjoy themselves under  the  pleasant regime of our salubrious resort!  A most bitter pill for them to swallow especially after their earlier horrific capture.
I was to become very friendly with young Graham who was only just a year younger than myself, and we became good pals doing everything together, including  being repeatedly  punished by the Japs.  For the last two years of  our imprisonment I was to share a room with him as well as the Greek Captain.. 
On the 8th December we had a really severe hoare  frost which made all the trees white, and then this was followed next day by the first proper snow of the winter when we had a foot on the ground and about two foot in drifts. Luckily at this point the radiators were turned on to warm the building . We boys, all  went into the garden and played snowballs and made some snow men. In the garden were two large persimmon trees which had dropped all their leaves, just leaving the golden fruit on the trees which against the white background of the snow,  was an extremely  pretty sight ,like a Chinese painting. As mentioned above, my friend the old Japanese  wrinkled faced gardener  who was a very kind  and gentle character, like most old peasants the world over, would let me help myself to the fruits which only in December with the cold weather had ripened  sufficiently to be edible. Prior to that they were so astringent that ones mouth was immediately dried up. There were two trees, one with a hard crisp rounded apple like fruit, the other  was pointed and when ripe was very soft and squelchy inside. Both were different and it was hard to decide which  was preferable.
The snow quickly melted but a fortnight later we had  more snow of about four inches thick, and very heavy frosts, so bad in fact that ice in the water butts were over four inches thick, and even in the bathroom indoors, hot water  from  the previous night had frozen by the morning. For the record, the low temperatures that we encountered during the three years that we spent in Fukushima were the coldest  ever noted  with January and February 1943 averaging below freezing for the whole of the two months. 
To give an example of the hardy nature of some of the guards, there were about three or four of them that in the middle of this bitter winter weather with snow deep on the ground, at night in the dark, would just don a pair of shorts with no covering, not even a vest on the upper part of their body,  and go for a run two or three times round the camp. They would come in and then go straight to the camp bathroom, to have a normal Japanese bath. This consisted of having a small wooden bucket to throw hot water over oneself. Then soap was applied and one rubbed oneself down with a flannel, and later rinsed the suds off with more douches from the small bucket. Finally when clean all would get into a large  communal wooden  oblong straight sided tub, about 6 ft x 4ft and about  4 ft high where they would all sit together for a long while relaxing in the hot water.  Our baths were done in a similar manner about once a fortnight, but with not much time for the soaking.

 In December 1942 an incident occurred  in the deep snow that I will never forget to my dying day, as it was quite the most terrifying ordeal imaginable for a young lad. Us three boys, that is myself aged 11, Graham Sparke a year younger , and  Howard Guy then only 8 were playing outside in the snow, when Howard threw a snowball which  broke a pane of glass in the front door of the building by the guard’s quarters. We were instantly hauled inside into their Office Common Room where a group were sitting around  a  large (about 3 foot across) sand filled charcoal brazier warming themselves from  the  bitter cold outside. The Commandant Wimoto started to shout

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