I remember when I was a private soldier. I remember the days when I was taken care of and when I was not taken care of.
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I was a soldier in WWII. The last couple of months of the war I was actually in combat.
I will never forget the moment when I was liberated by the American Army. I will never forget those very young boys coming up the hill, who had to take me a prisoner to liberate me.
When I became a soldier, I was drafted in 1937, and instead of being released two years later, I had to stay on because the war had started in the meantime. I was a soldier for more than eight years, as long a time as I was Chancellor.
On Memorial Day, we remember the service of those brave military men and women who paid the ultimate sacrifice defending and protecting our freedoms.
I know that I'm already in the history books and that people are going to remember me as the prisoner of war and the fabricated stories, but you know, to me I was just another soldier over there doing my job.
I carry the memories of the ghosts of a place called Vietnam - the people of Vietnam, my fellow soldiers.
My childhood memories include a time when the government confiscated my family's possessions and exiled us to a camp in the B.C. Interior, just because my grandparents were from Japan.
I'm interested in wartime stories, as I think it's important to remember what the soldiers went through.
I remember the first time I put on the Army uniform. I just felt like a totally different person - I felt proud.
As a soldier, I survived World War I when most of my comrades did not.
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