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 Name: Haruto Uzamaki Age: 39 Gender: Male Occupation: Member of the Japanese Imperialist Army. Was a farmer before drafted. Appearance: Small face, Clean skin, Deep eyes, Rugged Side burns due to inconsistent shaving, small baggy eyes, big ears Location: Nanking, China, Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: Harsh, militaristic personality. Was previously well known in town for his kindness, but after being drafted to the Japanese army, witnessing all the horrors that his platoon has created. He has changed greatly. In addition, he misses his family, and so he takes out his sorrows and anger on the citizens of the other people Family: 1 Wife, 1 boy, 1 girl Education: Did not recieve an education Languages you speak:Japanese, Broken chinese Your main concerns at this time and in life: Getting back without dying to meet his family Portrait (an image that you and we can live with): (Placed at the Top)

May 23, 1938
 * __Diary Entry #1__ **

 Tensions have been high lately, all because of the economy. The depression had huge effects on our rural community and the rest of Japan, and our foreign relations with the United States and the British Malaya aren’t going too well. They are against our expansion into China but they don’t understand that we don’t have oil and rubber like they do.

I guess being a part of the imperial army is for the good of my family and my nation. I miss my family so much, but the economic security my family is receiving because of me should make up for the unsatisfying life I have given them. How did I become part of such an inhumane and brutal army? We’re stationed in China at the moment, and the acts that my platoon and the rest of this army is doing is inhumane. I wonder how Nagasae Shinya is doing…I was supposed to take care of him, my sons friend. How can I let my son down, even though I promised that I would take care of him no matter what?I couldn’t do anything though; he and I got placed into different platoons. I hope he is alive and can live through these horrid conditions.

Left and right, I walk out and see unspeakable acts. Most of these young kids truly do have a strong sense of nationalism, but they don’t know what its like to have kids and a family. How can you cold bloodedly shoot down mothers as the kids watch, how can you shoot down kids as the parents watch? The War crimes that Japan is doing are terrible. I can’t speak as if I didn’t take part in terrible acts however. My platoon noticed my old spirit and the way I looked as they rape mothers, kill families, and torture the people. They all told me that I am against Japan and that I didn’t believe in this war… I was singled out. They brought a family, as the kids were holding their mothers legs begging for mercy, the men were glaring at me as if the result would determine imprisonment or respect. I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger…It was truly the worst feeling in the world. I can’t stop thinking about it, as I eat, as I sleep, as I used the bathroom, the eyes of the children are the only things I see. I’ve spent months, shooting the Chinese bastards, but shooting innocent civilians? I just can’t bring myself to accept it. I can’t control the actions of these war-insane men I can see them all crying at night. They cry before they fall asleep, whether its because of the horrendous acts they have done, or whether they miss their families, these men are good people, well some of them. At least the war isn’t being fought on our land…our families are safe for the meantime

Diary Entry #2 December 25, 1941  The attacks on Pearl Harbor…what in the hell are those higher-up bastards thinking. I once understood the actions of the higher-ups, trying to secure the future of our people. What have they done now? They expect us to fight a two-front war? And what about our families in Japan, not only are they risking more of the armies lives, but they are putting our families’ lives at stake too! This is BULL. Ah, I have to calm my self down…ever since I’ve been in China I’ve changed too much. All the unspeakable acts I witness every day…even I can see the change in my personality. I kill without caring; I get random tantrums…and even the desire to kill.I cant face my family like this, I know that I have to control myself, but the experience I had in china these past years, I don’t know if I can recover. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us now that the United States is entering the war…I heard talks from the higher ups that some of us will be leaving China and be heading to areas like the Philippines.

It’s been a long time since I last wrote in this torn up piece of crap. I’ve changed not only mentally but physically as well. Since the last time I wrote, 3 toes are missing, I have scars all over my body, and I can only hope that my left eye not opening is temporary. I wonder how my family is doing, are they safe? Are they living a better life than how I left them?Man… its ironic how I think so hard about my family everyday as I take apart the families of countless people. But I have to admit, our platoon, no; our army is having tremendous success in China. We have taken over a considerable amount of land, and I don’t see a stop to it. The Chinese are just outmatched by our military strength.I’m nothing but a mere fighting pawn but I wonder what will happen once our army once it is split up all over South East Asia and the pacific islands. Night after night, after finding out we had attacked the Americans, I can only think about the American sending their planes over to our nation and bombing our people…our families.All our hard word and effort would be in vain if we can protect our families. Please god; protect my family and me for a few more years until we reunite.

Diary Entry #3 March 13th, 1942 Soon after we attacked Pearl Harbor, I expected us to be getting slaughtered on both the Chinese front and the pacific islands. This is not the case at all however. Once I got deployed over here to the Philippines we have been giving it our all, attacking the Americans. It seems that the spirit of this army has risen ten-fold. We all need to give it 110% as the Americans are closing in on to our nation…and our families.

For nearly 3 months we have been slaughtering the opposition, not only in the Philippines but I heard that the invasion of Burma, Borneo, and Hong Kong have all been successful. To think that I stayed up night and day after the news of Japan attacking Pearl Harbor... Even so, I think we need to be more on our guard. Victory after Victory, it seems that our men, the 14th army, are becoming over confident and not on their guard. One of the many things I learned during wartime…Always be on your guard. That’s how I lost 3 of my toes. It was a quiet night and we had just won a victory. I was resting alongside a building smoking, when a Chinese man started running at me. I was so shocked and full of fear I slipped on rubble.I was sure that I would die. He took a giant swing and I just see nothing but the top corner of my shoe missing. As he was about to take another swing, my captain came and shot him in the head. I thought for a bit that this was a good thing; at the cost of 3 toes I would be able to go home and meet my family?But I guess it takes a lot more than 3 toes to be deployed back home.They merely cleaned up my feet with some alcohol, and let me rest for a week. Tomorrow is the first day I walk on my feet in a while, I hope it doesn’t affect me too much, we are having a party due to our consecutive victories. Again, Lord, protect my family and me until we can reunite.

Diary Entry #4. June 29, 1945

 What the hell has been happening these past weeks? We were having consecutive victories for nearly 3 months and now it seems that things have completely changed. The 14th army, the division of the Japanese imperial army that is located in Philippines, is getting dominated. We have been running into trouble in every battle we engage in, and just thinking about the Americans getting close to our families and our nations is burdening us as well. All the territory that we had successfully gained in all regions of the pacific region seemed to have been lost again, and moral from the men seem to be the lowest out of the whole wartime. I am writing this from a hospital, as I wait for an operation or at least some sort of treatment. I don’t remember exactly what happened but as we were retreating from Bataan, I suddenly fell to the ground. An immense surge of pain moved into one of the regions where my leg previously was, and as I looked down, I noticed nothing where my legs should have been. My vision slowly started fading…right as I thought I would faint on the battlefield, a young soldier carried me and took me to safety. I woke up a few hours ago to find out that his name was Kano Sasda. I can’t believe they didn’t treat my leg as I was knocked out; the pain in my leg is unbearable. If I don’t stop writing and keep myself busy, I feel as if the pain itself will kill me. As I look around this blood hospital, bodies left and right are falling off tables. It seems that we have lost yet another battle to the Americans. Ah… the doctor is here telling me of the operation that will be performed. For better or for worse, I hope that we somehow manage to turn around and defeat the Americas soon. They are getting mighty close to my family. I shall write back in this diary later, if things don’t get complicated during the operation.Lord, Please protect my family if I do not survive to write in this diary once more.

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