A+Korean+high+school+boy,+Grade+12

Name: Kim du yong 金 閗 庸 Iwamoto du yong

岩本 ヅヨン Age:18

Gender:male

Occupation: Korea.

Appearance: Decent looking high school boy with short hight, fit body, dark thick eye brows, black hair, brownish black eyes, round nose.

Location: Seoul

Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: He is confused about his identity. (Japanese, Korean) Loves to draw, Loves to stay quite

Family: Kim Seong bok (father), You Ji won (mother), Kim ji hau (younger sister)

Education: High schooler, learning Japanese education and how great Japan is.

Languages you speak: Korean and Japanese

Your main concerns at this time and in life: What can I do when I grow up? Who am I? Am I Japanese or Korean?

Portrait (an image that you and we can live with): << this guy is not me... got overlapped... Due: by the end of the class in which this is assigned

1937, December 8

Today, I have arrived in China from Korea. I have just finished high school. I wasn’t sure what was going on. The only thing I knew was that I am going to work for Japan. When

I arrived at the place, I was shocked by the scene that I was looking at. Hundreds of people were injured and were being carried to the hospital. I have realized that I was being

sent to China as a soldier by looking at the people who had guns. The general of my section came up to me and ordered me to wear a set of ragged clothes and a gun around

my shoulder, then he had given us instructions on what to do. I couldn’t believe I had to leave to battle as soon as I have arrived in China. People in my section were all Korean

students, who were sent to this place without any explanation just as my case. As we walked down the uncoated road, I saw many corpses that weren’t from the Japanese

army. I have noticed that they are Chinese villagers who were living in this place. I was assured because of the clothes they were wearing: straw sandal and plain colored

clothes without any fancy stuff. Their bodies were full of bullet holes and some of the corpses were lying down with their heads blown away. People in my section including me

were frustrated and were in panic. I wanted to go back home really badly. However, from what I had heard from the others, anyone who tries to escape will be killed without any

hesitation. After walking about seven to eight hours, we have arrived at the Great Wall of China. Meals weren’t provided to the army from Korea. We were ordered to sleep

inside the tents which were ripped and filled with the of smell of blood. We had no blankets nor any covers to keep ourselves warm unlike the Japanese soldiers, who get to

stay in nice tents with warm blankets. We had to squeeze our bodies to keep ourselves warm. I can’t believe where I am staying right now. Until yesterday, I was a normal high

school student, but now, I have become a part of the military. It feels as if several months have passed in a day. I don’t want to die. I am afraid. I want to go back home alive

and see my family again.

1937, December 17

It has been two weeks and two days past since my first day here. I wasn’t able to continue with my diary because I had to stay up outside guarding the area every night from

nine to twelve. This is so tiring that I am hardly standing still to look like a proper guard. On December 13 I believe, we had a small gun fight between the Chinese army. I

believe to have killed someone that day. During this fight, some of my friends in my section have died. Though some of our sections were dead, I didn’t feel any fear or

frustration, not caring about whether I would die right now. I can’t believe how much I have changed within two weeks. I didn’t feel any sorrow for the corpses lying on the

ground, and I even started to make fun of the Chinese soldier, who were captured by the Japanese army. Those Chinese men are eventually going to be shot. The Japanese

treatment toward the Koreans haven’t changed at all. We still have to sleep in this crappy tent and only eat breakfast and lunch. Sometimes, we don’t even get breakfast. I feel

tired. I still don’t know why I am here and why I was chosen to be here. Today, the general had beaten me up with all kinds of nonsenses: “Iwamoto Du Yong! Come over here! I

know you have bad mouthed the great Japan! I will kill you if you bad mouth the great Japan again!” It was unfair because first of all, I haven’t spoken any word that is related

to bad things about Japan because I know I will get killed if i do that. Secondly, I wasn’t the one who wanted be involved in this war; Japan had forced me to be a part of this

war. Bruises still hurt really badly. Every day, I am living in hell. I have also cursed

God for making me suffer this much.