Detroit evening times., 1945-09-19
Japs Masters Of Torture: But Yanks Don't Crack
Knees Twisted. Fingers SIaSheaI
international Phota

shaped stick like pencil and put it betrOeen my
forsfnger and middle finger, pushing firmly
against the thin membrane between the fingers.
Then he grasped my fingers the end and
squeezed hard. When he had good hold he nod
ded to another and this felloD began to pull
the stick sloWly back and forth. He had to exert
considerable effort because It tight
could feel the edges of the pencil slowly cutting the
membrane and the sides of fingers could feel when
the blood started
As the pencil moved slowly felt like screaming though
because the pain intense Perhaps the way
describe the reaction got to ken to what happens
your nerves when slate pencil scrapes blackboard
NOBODY spoke the soldier moved the pencil
~ forth. knew 1 could stand the pain l they
weren't getting any place with me. Finally they stopped
still have between my fingers and suppose always
will have
Once more the Interpreter asked me if had anything to
and again told him I'd given him all the information
had
"WeH" he said, "ths is the start of your treat
n,ent and you might be interested to knoW that "
haze lot splendid devices like this Wen
get the information uD0nt If Us haze to torture
you to death"
didn't him but in the back of my mind thought:
Wen see about that"
was still looking for chance to get hold of sabre or
pistol and go work them. think they suspected
because guard hovered all the time wearing what
the Japs call "knife-stck."
The officers conferred among themselves for moment
and then few of them left the The of them R
nored me for the time being.
In a few minutes one of the officers came back and
through the interpreter told that foolish
any punishment because buddes had talked they
knew the whole story.
Tell 1t to and I'll If you got right" said
The officer laughed.
"0h, you tell to u.s." he said nodded at the
enlisted Then they began work over properly
One would twist my until | went my knees Then
I'd be jerked to my feet and kicked in the shins
LIVERY second of the soldiers would haul
IL and slap and the Jap officers would laugh.
"How do you like that?" the interpreter would ask.
Then I'd get another blow a kick and he'd say: How
does that feel?" then my would be twisted he'd
ask In his pleasant voice do you want to say anything
now"
didn't try to resist much because found
that the soldiers strong and that didn't
the blows weren't quite strong But tried fall away
from the blows whenever could and protect myself
possible.
That went for about half it was pretty bad
was wet with sweat, pretty weak and boiling mad
could have got my hands any kind of weapon I'd
have killed of them but Of would have
killed, too So Ii was probably better that didn't.
About 430 the Jap officers seemed tire One of them
spoke to the interpreter and he turned to me.
"We" he said bowng and smiling "if you insist not
telling us anything might well finish the job right
away You will face the firing squad for execution mmed
lately"
One of the soldiers put my blindfold back was
led from the d.
<Neen tells how Japs played one of
their trump torture cards and almost broke him.
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