Mending In Hiroshima I am Sergeant Ichikawa, Songo Unit, Attached to Unit Seven Thirty One. Here, we took the Chinese peasants And injected them with plague. When they sickened, we did vivisection. We dissected them while yet alive. Allied prisoners were often used To raise Bushido spirit and morale. Pregnant women had their bellies sliced So we could bayonet the unborn child. Tough duty and Manchuria Was more than a frozen Hell. Our Kwangtung armies were attacked Every time the dinner bell was struck. (May horns grow from their foreheads!) A big bomb in a basket Blew my leg into the sky But still I bow before the Emperor And scream 'Banzai, Banzai.' I need to rest now in a town And dream beside a river, My back rubbed by a comfort whore Whose skills will make me shiver. Hai! I know the place; The holy temples of Hiroshima Will refresh my martial spirit. They say the Sun God worships there And many a beauteous sight Is blended into harmony By a special kind of light. Carl Estrin
...A japanese soldier chooses to take leave in Hiroshima.