Tuesday, May 22, 2007

The moon and comfort women

See also comfort women depicted in the film

The following is the essay by an Asahi journalist in which comfort women were described. The book in which the essay was included was published in 1953 , long before the comfort women drew attention to the public as an international issue. The setting was April 1945 shortly before the war ended..

It was unusual that a rain cloud cleared and the moon appeared---the Burma moon that I saw through the leaves in a jungle----our emotion was too dried up to be sentimental about the moon, but the moon reminded me the day before we pulled out from Rangoon.
That day too, a rain cloud cleared and the moon shined over the golden Shwe Dagon pagoda. The moon was thoroughly blue. A captain and I were sitting on the street, with the legs throwing over on the asphalt road.
Across the street were sitting 4 or 5 comfort women. At first they lured us persistently to stay up , saying "the money does not matter, just stay up, we are lonely."
They didn't know that the military headquarters were pulling out the next day, but it seemed to be certain that they sensed something unusual was going on; there was no customer. And here we were, two military officers turned up at night. They said they didn't care about the money because they felt lonely. It might have been rather me who felt more lonely.

The next to the comfort station stood the branches of Japanese movies company and Japanese movies distribution company. There were a lot of films in the distributive company, so the head of information service had ordered the chief of branch to get rid of them so that British troop might not abuse them; We were there at night to confirm the job was done. The films were thrown into a waterlogged trench, the two branches were tidied up---the job had been well done. And it was on the way home we had this conversation with the women as a reward.

" For free, enjoy till the morning"----The Korea woman almost twenty years old went so far as to say that.
She was in a slip, with thighs showing, slapping a mosquito sometimes.

Why didn't I tell them to get out of Rangoon because the situation was threatening? I asked the question to myself, looking up at the moon---until that time I had been a military officer and I had been too afraid of military regulation--- from this time on I would be be finally a decent man again .

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