Yesterday was VJ day. 72 years ago Japan surrendered and the second world war came to an end. Why does that piss me off? Well, it’s because nobody noticed. Not a single mention in the media or on TV that I could fine, not even on the Yesterday channel.
The Japanese regarded non Japanese as sub-human. To the Japanese there were three type of humans – male Japanese, female Japanese, and everybody else – who basically don’t count. I worked for them for six years. Luckily my Dad was cremated otherwise he would have turned in his grave. I can honestly say that if I live to 1,000 years old, I will never understand their thought processes.
I shared an office with an anglicised Japanese called Henry (not his real name obviously). He was scared shitless when his boss called him from Japan. He would sit to attention while talking to him on the telephone. I asked him once if his told him to go to the roof and jump off, would he do it? He replied “Of course”. I asked him if he would want to know why. He replied “Not ask unless have good reason”.
He asked me what I would do in the same circumstances. I said “I’ll tell him to fuck off!” Like I said, you’ll never understand them.
It took two atomic bombs to force the surrender. Two. Any other country on Earth would have surrendered after the first one. Not the Japanese. Facing an imminent invasion, they were training children to clamber under tanks with explosives on their backs and detonate them. And this was years before the jihadis thought of the idea. Ahead of their time, or what?
If you want to know why my father always reckoned they should have dropped a few more big ones until they wiped Japan of the face of the planet, then read “1,000 days on the River Kwai” by Col. Cary Owtram OBE, a senior POW commander on the death railway. His memoir was written in secret on scraps of paper and hidden inside bamboo poles until after the war. It’s taken 72 years to get it published because no publisher would touch it.
No, I’m angry about VJ Day being ignored in the interest of political correctness. We don’t want to upset our friends in the east.
But, frankly, if North Korea nuked Tokyo tomorrow then I wouldn’t give a rats arse. It should have happened 72 years ago in my book…