I was a little girl in World War II and I'm used to being freed by Americans.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
You know, I grew up in two American internment camps, and at that time I was very young.
I was born in the Second World War during the Nazi invasion of my country.
I wish we would all remember that being American is not just about the freedom we have; it is about those who gave it to us.
I was a lieutenant in World War II.
During my captivity, I felt abandoned by everyone apart from my family and supporters, because there was no part of the political spectrum that would want me released.
In 1916 I was discharged from military service, or rather, given a sort of leave of absence on the understanding that I might be recalled within a few months. And so I was a free man, at least for a while.
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.
We're in a world war.
I still remember, 40 years ago, when I was shackled and put in prison... Being an American citizen didn't mean a thing.
In the Second World War, I was a little girl. I was evacuated in my country.