I cried more than once while reading this book - for those who lived through this truly horrific experience, for those who endured the atrocities for as long as possible and died during their captivity, for the families and friends who had no idea what was happening to their loved ones who were POW's, and I cried because it truly humbles me and awes me as to the strength of the human mind and spirit and what can be endured. It makes me feel like a sissy as I go through my own trials; it inspires me to try harder to cheerfully endure. The great majority of the men who survived prison camps had a strong faith in God - they never stopped believing, and never stopped encouraging and supporting their fellowmen. As an appendix, there are copies of the paperwork regarding the trials of the Japanese war criminals, which I found very interesting. Manny Lawton did a remarkable job of remembering names and giving credit to all those he knew and came in contact with. A moving account. A favorite passage from the book (and I'm sorry if it is a tiny spoiler):
"That night [sometime between Jan. and Mar. 1945] Captain Henry D. Leitner, my closest friend, passed away. His death was more than another sadness for me. It shocked and stunned and left me feeling alone and abandoned. I had become so accustomed to seeing men die - by bullet, bomb, by disease, starvation and exposure, thousands of them in every cruel way - that I thought I was hardened against sentiment, emotion and tears. But now I buried my face in my blanket and wept.
Something went out of me that day with Henry's death; something of the poetic beauty of thought and feeling, of kindness and consideration and understanding which comes with true friendship. But he left me with memories of occasional laughter and of helping each other through tough times, of sharing what was scarce and of looking ahead to the future with hope. Most important, his death broke away the defensive shell which I had built around my mind and heart to steel me against the hurt of tragedy. In the midst of my sorrow I felt solace in the rediscovered ability to shed tears and to mourn the loss of a friend. Whatever else might happen, I was surviving as a human being."