2nd+Entry

=October 25, 1939 =

So I did find out few things more about what is happening right now. ‘Comfort women’, a word that sounds so warm and welcoming—a word that now describes my identity—is nothing but a seemingly beautiful word for ‘sex slaves’. SEX SLAVES?! I was not taught by my parents to live with such shame! Oh, only if shame was the only thing I have to bear. Every day, I “give comfort” to the soldiers.

And if you haven’t realized how I “gave comfort” to the soldiers by this time, I mean lying down passively and let the hungry and gory soldiers take control of your body. There is no rest. Minute after minute, soldiers with faces I have never seen come in, take all the pleasure they need to with my body while my soul is being ripped into pieces, and leave me like a piece of trash. If there is anything that is giving me comfort and the strength to withstand, it shall be the internal support of the group of comfort women, who were all unwillingly and violently kidnapped or dragged to the army. But as days like these continue on, I am loosing my will to survive.

But today, I met a different man, Shinichi Oska. At the first sight, he was just like any other soldier, seeking physical pleasure and break from the war through my body. But time to time, he whispered in my ears of the news regarding the warfare: where Chinese are, how close they are to loosing. His disgusting voice and mocking tone strongly urged me to shut my ears and let go of everything. But I had to know; I had to know to find my brother.

He said something about the Japanese invasion of French Indochina. He said Japan was trying to block the source of ammunition and fuel to China, giving their opponent a significant disadvantage. Because France ignored Japan’s command to close the rail way to Yunnan, an Inddochinawhich was currently controlledby Then came another astonishing news, a piece of news that appeared more important to me at the time: the comfort women are going to be transported to the mainland Japan.