In March 1943, my parents, four-year-old sister and I were interned with other foreign civilians at Lunghua camp, a former teacher training college outside Shanghai, where we remained until the end of August 1945.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
You know, I grew up in two American internment camps, and at that time I was very young.
I was born in Yangzhou, China, two years after World War II ended. I was 5 when my family escaped to Taiwan. Eight years later, we moved to Japan.
I went into the Air Corps from 1943 through 1945.
My mother lived in Holland, and during World War II was incarcerated in a Japanese camp for three years.
I was in Shanghai when the Japanese invaded China. I was there in Shanghai when, the morning after Pearl Harbor, they seized Shanghai.
I first came to China as a child on a visit with my family in 1978.
However, when my parents married in 1945, China was in turmoil and the possibility of returning grew increasingly remote, and they decided to begin their family in the United States.
I received my parents' permission and went into the Navy on June 3, 1941.
I was six months old at the time that I was taken, with my mother and father, from Sacramento, California, and placed in internment camps in the United States.
I was a senior high school student at the Far Eastern University when the war with Japan broke out in 1941.