This is a most unusual memoir. The author, Mr. Loet Velmas, provided an excellent account of his up-brining in Holland. He describes his idyllic life until the Germans invade. He, his family and a few friends find a boat and head to England. His mother decides it best that he go to Java and get out of the wars way. The family packs and moves right into the wave of Japanese expansionism. He enlists, is captured and starts his tour of torture for the next three and-a-half years. He is sent to many camps, but the most notorious for him, is the Spring Hill Camp on the Burma-Thai railroad. He talks about the cruelty of the captors and their sport in killing POW’s. Nothing new here.
The real change is his physiological analysis of his captors during and after the war. This is what separates it from all other stories. He attempts to understand the Japanese people and their culture but is still at a loss at to why, even to this day, they are a closed society and DO NOT, talk about World War Two as freely as we do in the West. His observations are, it didn’t happen and if it did, we, the Japanese, were forced into the conflict by the West.
He also touches on the elitism of the old Colonial Powers in Indonesia and the contempt they had brought upon themselves, not just from the indigenous people, but also the rank and file. And how the old system wasn’t going to work in the new world no matter how much the Old Guard wanted it to.
Highly recommend to all World War Two buffs.
Five Stars