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ANNE KELLY'S POEM
ABOUT HER DAD
"The poem is centered around a Japanese flag
that my dad brought back. Interestingly the flag left Japan, went to
Burma, lived in Scotland, all across Canada. It ended its stay on
Vancouver Island. Ironically my dad died of food poison at the age of
65. The flag is almost back in Japan again. It is indeed like the
Rising Sun making a full circle.
Anne" -11- 1995 - half a century from the war has past half a world away your body turns to irony invaded by a parasite from the civilized world - aeromonas hydrophila - pathogenic to the denizen of the mer the denizen of the earth - You are gone - still memories remain over again in pictures the memory of your words and the silken weave of the flag We
had our pictures taken, and this one me,
holding the flag. What do you think
of it ma? It’s
made of silk and Japanese names. Don’t
let our John see it! He’ll
be taking it to work showing
others and his mates what
Daniel had done, killed
a Jap. I
found it in a hole Ma.
-17- The Harada’s My mind is preoccupied with Tecchan and his battle flag the hinomaru and Taka - Takamitsu Harada a history professor who lives on Milton street His father, Mr. Harada senior resides across the ocean in nearby Kobe five thousand dead - two hundred and seventy thousand injured in an earthquake - mass-murderer of a realm Taka says after fifty years of being dead one is no longer remembered - discarded like tea leaves - an ancient Japanese tradition. -22- The Ceremony Today I took Tecchan’s flag to school Eight students sit in a circle on the floor anxious to see Keiske - the student poet/ Japanese sword dancer - unfold the flag Keiske performs ceremoniously like his dance - one step at a time in honour of the patriot Tecchan The young Japanese women and Chinese men do not understand the aged silken words the aged silken world faded and forgotten under a glass they magnify a thousand squares - a maze fifty years of secret talks Tecchan stirs - their fingers move an invisible planchette Shwe Dagon Pagoda East of Calcutta and the Bay of Bengal gold leaf glitters night and day on top of
the Pagoda Shwe Dagon Pagoda The Dagon’s roof sparkles in the night brilliant stars of toil for men to see lights at a distance Sandalwood, Souls and Silk I open the box of the elephant roof - this Pandora’s box still scents of wood and web of Tecchan’s silk a mesh of cloth patterned by an earthworm assembled for stockings and chutes and men to draft their names upon a Rising Sun the flag of a friend -12- Inside the Jungle Box I want to release you. If it were only as simple as lifting the lid from this box not to touch you in the dark to know you, soldier Tecchan The wait is long; you lay alone trapped. Was life ever simple for you? Fifty years within sandlewood walls elephants carved on your roof. Inside darkness, the jungle at night. Never a moon or rising sun hosts your silken soul. Folded, you lay on this tropical floor permeated essence-- sweet forest after monsoon Quiet. Away from the other
jungle where monkeys and men scream; from the other side of the Sandalwood (ageless in your jungle box you wait for Takamitsu) . -15- Introduction of Daniel (Letter 1) Burma, August 1945 My
feet are killing me ma - Some
guy they call doc took a penknife cut
out the corners of my toenails-- they
were into the quick My
shoes are too tight he said God,
they’re a mess of pus I’m
sick ma - all we do is walk till
it gets too dark to see They
say it won’t be long till
we can come home The
Japs still have Rangoon. Tell da he’ll
be pleased to hear some news, I suppose you
don’t hear too much from where I am right
in the jungles Monkeys
and tigers and Japs behind
the trees! I’m afraid ma, God let
it please soon be over for
all of our sakes Remember
I told you about my buddy Jimmy the
chap who bunked with me in Burma - he
stood on a mine yesterday at Kisty’s just
off Monkey Point, no one around An
accident I guess you could call it - being
in the wrong place at the wrong time or
the right, cause it could have been a tram car on
a street in George’s Square. Right
ma? It
was over before he knew it tell his ma, if you see her.
I was there he didn’t suffer once it hit no
more jungles in the night -16- No
more fear of animals hiding snakes
as big as pipes longer
than a bus double
the deck Tell
da I’ve started to smoke now ma - I
know you think I always did anyway,
there’s no fags here we
have to smoke this opium traded from
the black market man gets
me drunk. It’s not so bad - at
night I can’t sleep. It helps some
men who like to talk How’s
da, ma and May - is
she still going out every night after work dancing,
carrying on with the sailors and WAFS drinking
and singing songs
I wouldn’t mind hearing “We’ll
Meet Again” Tell
her I’ll bring her an autographed picture of
David Niven - he’s in my platoon twenty
five tents away out
of six hundred Gotta
go now ma I
love you I’ll
write again soon Your loving son Daniel -21-
Taka
You make me work so hard Taka - take me across the ocean in ships with three hundred thousand soldiers You are the ship place me in the belly of a zero fighter flying over South Pacific waves wings painted a red circle sun sets on Falcon’s silver coat You are the bird scarlet blood spills from Kamikaze pilots who fly to die - no fuel to return to their mother, earth Those who watch from another ship pray it is not their time now is the time - to tell their story -20- Continuation of a Letter Home Ma, you said when I grow up I wouldn’t be afraid of the dark Here I am nineteen More afraid than before Don’t tell da or John Give my love to May Your loving son
Daniel. P.S. Ma It’s the next day - we’re moving camp I just wanted to say if you see Martha Boland tell her I was asking about her I’ve adopted a cat think of a name
Daniel -27- Letter 3 Dear Ma I’m getting lots of practice playing the moothie with other men Hugo’s ma packed two extras she bought in Germany before the war - Hohner’s the best she says Hugo nearly fell over when I called it a mouth organ Hug says it’s a “Harmonica.” It nearly started a fight Imagine - a fight in the middle of the war all for a song Why do we call it moothies ma? Tell da to get the clappers out we’ll sing our songs like before Remember ma? we’d sing - “My Yiddish A Mama” and “TheWild Colonial Boy”
Your Loving Son
Daniel -19- From a Letter to Taka (1) Two months have passed - No word from you, Taka Is something wrong in Japan - Is your family well? Your
father eighty-one has he received the pictures yet? The temples are well known - Shwe Dagon Pagoda, my favourite I like to say aloud Shwe Dagon Pagoda sounds Japanese Without you, Taka -Tecchan remains - a soul lost in time -28- Japanese Letters Calligraphic proverbs One of ten who knows the art etches a wish for life in
silk Against the sun time has turned black ink to softer grey Words of honour for soldier Tecchan Long life, good luck!
Your friend
Takabe -18- An Offering Nisshoki
- Rising Sun A tree its body leans To the air - life Soldiers arise to a plum in a bowl of rice -26- Animal Disquiet Always the sound of guns and screams - a blanket of fog at times I can’t see - through the confusion -
trees and men Still
- I can hear strange birds calling Are
they afraid like
me? From a Letter to Taka (2) I made a set of wind chimes for your father’s house in Japan from distilled spirits of silver Four long handled teaspoons dance in the wind Many times the two of you walked this road together looking for each other along the road to Mandalay. Broken many times repaired bridges are scarred for life. Lotus leaves from the Irawaddy border the jungle through a Pyu village. No dogs bark. no birds call. Bamboo is silent in the wind. The two of you stalk each other’s side, day and night. Stone Griffins watch along the road to Mandalay.
-29- Introduction of Mr. Fujioka Ten voices of your soul one more time unveil ten memories of life voices in the words carved with fingered sword carve against the silk one more time unveil ten voices of the soul - ten memories of your lives -30- For Orada Tessai/Tecchan December 21, 1995 The longest day of the year. Fifty years and two months you have lived within the elephant box. Mr. Fujioka recognizes your name might be Orada Tessai your nickname Tecchan Mr. Fujioka, an interpreter of art reveals the souls who live captured indirectly inside the weave of your hinomaru the words sojourn within the box - unactivated energy till we open the lid unfold the flag reactivate the muse -33- The Spirits Your instructor Mr. Kasai announces at the top of the
hinomaru I
pray you are fortunate Your comrades do not leave they remain within the
weave through the living word We see -
their other side - Mr. Yamauchi - My soul goes with you. Mr. Ransui
- Defeat the enemy with one blow.
Mr. Luwando - I follow you courageous Tecchan Shoin
- Go brave man soldier Takabe - Good
luck Japanese Empire. The
Taragi family - Banzai. Sai- Don’t
fear a horrible death. Makoto Yamomoto - I pray you are a good fighter You are their soldier Tecchan
Sai and Yamomoto Mr. Fujioka interprets a riddle from Sai He determines - Sai’s character is Okada’s character a myth within a man This artist says Yamomoto is an honest friend I like to say his name again and again over and over - Makoto
Yamomoto Makoto
Yamomoto -9- The War Book Today I open the small brown book your war book - torn on the ends The first page says release authorisation Yet you are not released - only granted leave You have been authorized a war
gratuity and a post-war credit - five shillings in a
money order to be cashed in case of an
emergency I read your notes on remobilisation instructions You
have NOT BEEN DISCHARGED Yet you turn in your sten your seven rounds of ammo and your identity - 785467 as a member of the S.E.A.A.F’s a division of the South East Asian Air Force. five foot seven and a half inches tall you tell me you feel smaller now than you did before the war . You remain on Indian Tax Code until June of forty six with a consolidated pay of seven shillings earned each day twelve pennies to each shilling Eighty four pennies for each day you spent at war. Your Flight Lieutenant - Henderson describes you as I knew you - Leading
Aircraftsman Cuthbert has
faithfully carried out his
duties as a Radar operator and
has helped to maintain the
morale of the unit by
his good humour and interest in welfare matters. -31- Okayama-Ken I received your letter postmarked Okayama-Ken. Seven days it took seven thousand miles around the world half way from Japan. Unlike
Tecchan- who still travels after fifty years shore to shore in a balsam ship fragrant heartwood of santalum Silken sails haunt the sky of this phantom man, Tecchan. Does he still search for his Emperor? Taka says there are many Tecchans’ lost in the jungle still. Taka’s father, a Haiku artist, remembers the war well. The River Quai, he says, is indelible. He learned first hand like any man who has held a grenade. His fingers blown into air, he says we should not beautify war. Our Father’s Dear Taka You say there are many Tecchans, most of them still sleeping in the jungle. You say in a word, life is a war. That your father too went as a soldier, He believed like Daniel, he was fighting for the sake of righteousness but now notices, of course, it was an aggression - transgression -13- Sept. 13th, 1998 HARADA Takamitsu Instructor 399, Rokujoin-Naka, Kamogata-Cho Asakuchi-Gun, Okayama-Ken, Japan Dear Taka,
Who would have thought? Today I found another Tecchan. FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE Feb. 20, 1998 Release No. 98026 Japanese
Soldier’s family finds closure after 52 years By Staff Sgt. Guy Volb 374th Airlift Wing public affairs YOKOTA AIR BASE, Japan (PACAFNS)
-- Fifty two years of grieving came to an end Feb. 6 for the Japanese family of
Masaichi Ando when the battle flag he took to war for good luck was returned by the nephew of a past
U.S. soldier. Ando, a
Japanese soldier, was killed in a battle fought between the U.S. and Japan
during World War 11. Roger Jarvis, a resident of Anchorage, Alaska, recently sent Ando’s
battle flag to officials at Yokota Air Base, Japan, asking them to return it to
the Ando family. -14- During an emotional ceremony at United States Forces Japan headquarters,
5th Air Force Vice Commander Brig. Gen. Ed LaFountaine presented the flag to
members of the soldier’s surviving family.
He spoke of the Japanese soldier with reverence. “He was a brave soldier who, in the face of overwhelming odds, served
his country with honor and made the ultimate sacrifice,” said Lafountaine. He said Ando was a 32 year old patriot when he was drafted into the
Japanese service, leaving behind a wife and three daughters with another on the
way. In a letter written to the Ando family, Jarvis explained that his uncle,
1st Ltd. David Rogers, a soldier in the U.S. Army Infantry assigned to the 158th
Regimental Combat Team, originally took the flag during a battle fought north of
Manila. He explained in the letter
that his uncle had always wanted to return the flag but was unsuccessful.
Jarvis was given the flag following Rogers death several years ago. The battle flag was signed by members of Ando’s family , community and
religious leaders in hopes that it would keep him safe from harm. The exact circumstances surrounding
Ando’s death in the Philippines remain cloudy. Jarvis hoped that by returning the flag to the Ando family it would help
shed light on a father they barely knew. Of the Japanese soldier’s
four daughters attending the ceremony, the youngest, Katsue, wasn’t born until
after he left for combat. She knows
her father only from what others have told her through the years.
Several times during the ceremony she broke into tears as she listened to
the circumstances surrounding her father’s service to his country and the flag’s
return. The family plans to take the flag to their father’s final resting
place and present it as a tribute in honor of his memory.
Works
Cited For Immediate Release.
Staff Sgt. Guy Volb. Air
Force News.
http://www.hqpacaf.af.mil/news/1998/98026.htm -34- Letter 4 Dear Ma, There are no stars to-night Too many trees - Not enough sky I day dream in the dark But then you always said I was a dreamer I was thinking maybe Martha would wear the flag -as a headscarf you know - the one I found in the hole it being silk and all Have you seen her lately? Do you think she’ll like it? I have to hide it from the blokes here Aye imagine - the ones on our side.
Give my love to Da, May and John
Your loving son
Daniel -10- Dear Daniel It’s a disorder here without you planes fly low at night - we blacken the windows sit by the fire and pretend they don’t see us Remember before the war we’d sit in the dark and listen to the radio - Dan
Dare - pilot of the future where’s the future now Now we listen to BBC broadcasts and Vera Lynn - she’s got a new song, you know “The
White Cliffs of Dover” May sings it all the time shadow dances in the dark Churchill declared last week they’re serving oats to the troops Everybody’s saying good for the Scots that porridge built the British Nation Your da and I are fine son cursing the curfew Keep strong till we get you home Aye we’ll have a party
Cheerio Daniel
Your loving mother
-25- Dear Ma (2) There’s a temple with a bell in Dagon forty five tons in copper
weight, tell John They call it the Maha
Tithada Ganda - - - it hangs inside the
Shwedagon - - a pagoda with a gold-leaf
roof Imagine a bell, ma, nine by
five by thirteen cubits like an arc, something out
of the Bible built by a King -
Thayawaddy was his name Da can tell his mates at the Forge - eighty men were employed in this big bell’s casting The recruiter said I’d learn something Useful in this war SECTION
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