My father was a Japanese prisoner of war, a survivor of the Thai-Burma Death Railway, built by a quarter of a million slave labourers in 1943. Between 100,000 and 200,000 died.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father, who had previously been a civil engineer, died in the great influenza epidemic of 1918.
My father was killed by a German mine, while I lost other relatives in Allied bombing attacks.
My father was a railroad man his entire life; 43 years for Southern Railroad.
My mother lived in Holland, and during World War II was incarcerated in a Japanese camp for three years.
For 50 years my father worked for the railroad.
My grandfather had been on the New York City force with his 11 brothers around the turn of the century. He was killed in the line of duty. My father, who was 16, was the oldest son, so he had to quit school and go to work to support his mother.
My father was in the First World War.
My mother had a son from previous marriage and her husband died in Second World War.
My father was an engineer working for a textile company that had several factories scattered in rural towns in the southern part of Japan.
My father was one of the fortunate wartime servicemen: he made a full recovery from his injuries, was promoted to captain, survived the war, had a satisfying career as a colonial officer and, eventually, died in February 2002, a month before his 85th birthday.