My name is Zhan and I am 13 years old. I live in the city of Penhsihu on the Manchurian Penisula, China. Our land has suffered deeply across the years. In 1904, Russia and Japan had a fight over controlling us. However, China won in the end. My father has said that we should prepare for danger as China has estranged relations with Japan again. Father goes off to work on the South Manchurian Railway. A few hours later while I wash the clothes, father comes rushing in and says that Japanese troops are rushing down the railway! They have already occupied Anshan and Haicheng and are marching down occupying every city on the railway. Including us! After hastily packing the house, we run as fast as we can! The Japanese are here and they are ransacking homes and killing people! We flee to the coal mine, where a hundred others are hiding! Mother seals the entrance with rocks and turns on the wireless. The Japanese have renamed Manchuria to Manchukuo and have bombed the capital! Suddenly, we hear a jeep pull up next to the mine. A smoke bomb comes flying into the mine and blows up! Those who stayed died and those who left were arrested by the Japanese. Mother and I flee the mine through a back entrance. Father dies from smoke inhalation and my older brother Zheng has been shot dead by the Japanese for resisting arrest! Mother and I are homeless and fatherless. Where do we go? We are refugees in Japanese Territory!
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World War Two: Children Stories
Historical FictionThis book tells the tales of many children in their homelands effected by World War Two
