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Chapter 7 FUKUSHIMA 1945 to the end of the War

holier than thou attitudes,  forever talking about virtues, and constantly quoting from the Bible, ever even bothered to ask after me, or young Graham the youngest members of the men’s side whilst, I was in that critical state.     Nor  for that  matter  did any of the bankers, and wealthy middle class individuals, apart from Mr Stewart offer  any material help  whatsoever. I found out most vividly at that  very young age that when the chips are down, there  is a  crucial  point when  one really  discovers   who  ones true friends   are.  They are the ones that can rally round a weak  soul mate in distress.  Mother, when I had finally recovered  and we  could sit out in the  warm March  sun in the  garden, under the camp wall, sheltering from the cold Siberian wind, with the bright blue speedwell flowers and daisies  bursting all  around  us,   summed it  up most eloquently and right to the point in her usual direct succinct manner:
“ Never forget and always appreciate loyalty. Friendship is nothing until it has been tempered and tested by a severe trauma. It is when such a trial occurs that  a window opens, and it is only then that  you can see, and only then that you can  realise who are your true friends. Are they going to be members of your family, your wife, your parents or your children? You cannot  say beforehand.  Will they  be  grand and wealthy people?  Or maybe they are  just rough necks and vagabonds?  No one can say until you have put them to the test, and it is only then, when you are in real trouble for whatever reason, whether health, money, or family problems, that you  will  discover  who wants to help, and who will  turn their heads away  when  you are all alone. In other words one has to wait until the chips are down in a crisis to ascertain  the real worth  between a jolly acquaintance,  any member of ones family, and a  true honest  loyal  friend whose  worth will  then shine incandescently  like a brilliant diamond or a lighthouse on a dark rocky coast.  Those rare people, with a solidity and  a  backbone  of steel to help support you in a crisis, must be cherished, ever honoured , and be  sanctified in ones heart  until the day you  die.  The rest  are a mere  riffraff, passers by, spineless inconsiderate weaklings and are an irrelevance not even worth the effort of  having a feeling  of disgust.  Being ill  and alone as you have been   in such a crisis, has  had its  silver   lining  in helping you   to  understand and  appreciate the true value of friendship  and loyalty.”

 By the time spring came we were even more  desperate for food and one  would eat anything. Luckily I was still friendly with the old gardener, and he would let me eat the cabbage roots and also look around for edible weeds such as purslane and wild cress  which were common  and now were starting to grow in the bright warm sunshine. Then in March we received our last two parcels, which this time we knew we had to eat very sparingly, knowing there was nothing else to follow. Hunger is a most all embracing state of mind, and anyone who has not  suffered from  its severest symptoms, has little idea  how it is forever gnawing at ones very soul  continuously, all the time,  at every moment of ones waking day.. My brain would be constantly thinking and for ever working out some new method of finding something around that was edible, leaves from the grape vine, raw potatoes, but they were terrible and poisonous   as we had no means of cooking  in our rooms. I discovered a sack of soya beans in a shed with  Graham  that had been forgotten  under rubbish  and we rationed them sparingly and made them edible by soaking and throwing away the water for a couple of days before finally eating them. One did what one could to alleviate the pain, and just lived from day to day, hoping that  something else would turn up. At least with April the weather had   now turned warm, and the cherry blossom was out  with the yellow banksian roses in full bloom once again around our open window. During April we followed the final throes of the war against Hitler and Nazi Germany.  Of course  we had no knowledge yet of all the detail of relations between Britain,

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