Passing By
One day, we were awakened while it was still dark and made to walk with our heavy steps in the midst of the extremely cold Siberian wind, guided by the Soviet operation soldier on a horse. On our way to the worksite, a couple of trucks with Japanese detainees on them happened to pass by. All of us shouted to one another saying, "Hey, which unit do you belong to? Let's do our best until we go back to Tokyo!" for encouragement.
January, 1947