My Dad was a WW2 Veteran. He Worked as a Typist in the War Crimes Trials about The Bataan Death March in Manila, the Phillipines - General Homma was Convicted and Executed for Crimes Against Humanity

Dad was given a test when drafted and he proved that he could type fast on a typewriter... so he was stationed in an office in Manila. Often students would interview dad on veterans day and write newspaper articles about him.

The History of the Baatan Death March is Clear... General Homma Deserved to Die for War Crimes... One Day he decided the American Prisoners should Move from One Prison to Another One... The Australian Army offered to Use Their Trucks to Move the Prisoners from one Prison to The Other. General Homma said NO... The Prisoners MUST WALK... and Hundreds of Soldiers Died Walking in the Intense Heat... 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bataan_Death_March

War crimes trial

In September 1945, General Masaharu Homma was arrested by Allied troops and indicted for war crimes.[36] Homma was charged with 43 different counts of crimes against humanity.[37] Homma was found guilty of permitting members of his command to commit "brutal atrocities and other high crimes".[38] The general, who had been absorbed in his efforts to capture Corregidor after the fall of Bataan, claimed in his defense that he remained ignorant of the high death toll of the death march until two months after the event.[39] Homma's verdict was predicated on respondeat superior, but with an added liability standard, since the latter could not be rebutted.[40] On February 26, 1946, he was sentenced to death by firing squad, and was executed on April 3, 1946, outside Manila.[36]

On Facebook, my friends Posted:

HWP: My dad served in the Philippines as well.

MW: my dad too, he was in a pow camp. for 3 1/2 years

HWP: Oh Michael, how horrible for him! God bless those men who fought for our freedom that we tend to take for granted!

KD: Greg, my dad was in the Philippines too during WW2. He never did anything as interesting as your dad. He was too young. He did get to go to Japan when the war was over.

CR: My Dad was a paratrooper with the 101st "Screaming Eagles" he didn't talk about it much he jumped behind the lines in the Battle of the Bulge.

HWP: My dad was a civil engineer and was in the Seebees. I think that's how you spell it. He told some stories to my brother and sister and me, but it wasn't until he got Alzheimer's disease he started remembering the horrors of what he had seen. I had never seen my father cry until then. He was tormented with the memories he had stuffed way down and had bubbled to the surface.

PRM: A friend of my folks was part of the Bataan Death March. He died at age 59, his health was severely compromised as result.

HWP: I too knew a man who had been forced to walk on the Bataan Death March.

KOK: My grandfather was shot in France, but he made a full recovery. And not by a German soldier either, but by a French fascist guerrilla, weeks after the Germans had already surrendered in France.

JVD: So sorry Pam. In gratitude for his service, may he rest in peace .

DSW:  My dad flew a P47 fighter. He was shot down in Jan.'45. They told his parents and my mom he was presumed dead. He was actually in a German prison camp that was eventually liberated by Patton. Got home June 14, 1945.

CR:  I've read several books on the Bataan Death march. It's heart breaking to learn what our soldiers endured. I can never do enough to thank them.

JT: My 4 year old father and his family was shipped to a relocated camp in the desert for being of Japanese heritage by the US govt. Bless our veterans for fighting for our freedom, but we civilians have to do our part to ensure we don't allow government to take away those freedoms.

HWP: John, I'm sorry about your family's experience. I absolutely agree with you that we should never allow that to happen again in our country!

My Dad also brought back dried Moths. 4 inch wingspan. It's incredible to imagine what they would be like fluttering around... especially in swarms of a hundred or more.

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