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13: I Need Comfortin’, Sister

The crossing to Pusan Korea is 2 days in a hold with a terrible toilet. Bad smells also issue from cans of gasoline. Shortly into the voyage the narrow walkways between hammocks are slippery with vomit.

  Disgusted, Kimi climbs the stairwell. The view on deck is dramatic. To the east, house roofs shine brightly reflecting the morning sun rays and gradually recede from view as the ship heads west towards mainland Asia.

  Rear deck is packed with military equipment. Walking past boxes of small arms, Kimi is blocked by a tank. Her back against it, she watches the waves, recalling her childhood.

  “Hey you!” She turns toward a tall man in poncho coming around from other side, with carbine slung over left shoulder and sergeant’s markings on collars.

  “You one a those picture brides, ain’t you?” He offers a cigarette from his shiny metal case. His unshaven' face with friendly smile showing gold teeth, is handsome in a gaunt way.

  “I don’t smoke.”

  “Well, sister, le' me teach.” He puts 2 cigarettes in his mouth, strikes a match and gets them going and passes one to her.

  “Stick it between those pretty lips and breathe. Then hold for a second and let it out.”

  Her first try results in a fit of coughing.

  “Try again.” 
  This time success. She proudly allows the smoke to drift out her mouth.

  “Well, you sure learn fast, sister. Later I’ll teach you more tricks.” He makes an evil grin.  “Where from?”

  When she says “North Island”, he shouts “I thought so! Somethin’ in the way you talk. Me too. My folks are fishin’ people.”

  He introduces self as Sergeant Mori, going back from home leave after 10 years in the Kwantung Army. When Kimi tells him she is a fisherman’s daughter, he grabs her shoulders and says loudly, “Damn good luck! Two North Island fisher folk!" He pulls a battered army canteen from beneath his poncho, unscrews the cap and offers.

  “I’m not thirsty.”

  “It ain’t water, sister; it’s French cognac.”

  “I never drank before. I’m scared of it.”

  “Nuthin’ to frighten your pretty head over, sister. Just put it in your mouth and suck.” He laughs at his obscene meaning. He drinks from it and hands it to her. “Monkey see, monkey do,” he says as she tilts the canteen up and gulps the drink. It hits her throat with a searing jolt and her face gets redder than a baby's in winter. More slugs of the powerful drink cause tingling around lips and tips of fingers and a feeling of contentment. Mori seems nice now, a fellow to be trusted.

  “I’m not really a picture bride. I’m a comfort girl going to serve the Kwantung Army.”

  “My luck keeps gettin’ better.” He smiles as a good idea occurs to him. “Y’know, sister, I’m the only Kwantung Army man aboard an’ I need comfortin’. Howzabout it, huh?”

  He pulls off his poncho, laying it down on the deck. Then he opens is belt and starts unbuttoning pants. Kimi is at first surprised but quickly decides she might as well start her work now. Anyway, Mori is a handsome hunk and she guesses he’ll be better than Major Ito was. So she lies back on the spread-out poncho, pulls up her skirt, draws down her panties and spreads herself open in lay-lady-lay fashion as Oto taught.

  While Mori pounds home, Kimi in alcoholic haze thinks how fine it is to be serving the Emperor. There's somethin' about a soldier!

14: Mukden

 Kimi arrives in Mukden Manchukuo with Mori, shows papers and enters central city by main gate. She notes machine guns poking out from its walls

  What a colorful place! In large open market, several tall Manchu men crowd about and loudly bargain with merchants. Farmers clog streets in donkey carts with Chinese vegetables while impatient military drivers honk horns. It is a chilly morning and red-faced kids, long drips of snot from nostrils, run out at street corners begging for anything.

  Mori takes Kimi to an official-looking redbrick 4-story building with overhead sign MUKDEN REGIONAL HEADQUARTERS. A guard soldier in gray-green army fatigues glances at their documents and indicates they may pass. Inside, Mori leads Kimi to the desk of a middle-age mustached civilian. Small tabletop sign says “A. Kubota, Logistics”. He looks up with curious eyes and Kimi feels she is being undressed.

  “A new girl for you, Kubota, a good sort and, mind, no harm come to her or you’ll be hearin’ from me.” Mori turns to Kimi: “Good luck sister.” He flips cigarette into nearby water-can and walks away.

A soldier takes Kimi upstairs to dorm of army girls. Each girl has her open cubicle with locker, clothes stand, and a small bed. At north end next to WC is a kitchen.

  The girls are friendly and welcome her. From them she learns how the comfort girls work by relying on the railway built to transfer and supply troops stationed at specific points to control the Manchu guerrillas.

15: In the Field

On her first railroad trip to serve the troops, Kimi is put in a sleeper at rear end of a train that leaves Mukden, with first stop, Chinchow, on the western border where guerrillas are making trouble. After a while she is bored and walks forward. In the openings between railroad cars, guards with sub-machine guns continually scan the rapidly passing scene.

 Sitting in the front car is a cheerful big-mustached motorman who motions Kimi to sit beside him, giving her a good view of the fast approaching and flashing-by countryside.

  The train is running into guerrilla territory. In circular brick towers at regular intervals along the tracks, soldiers sit in trenches, on guard.    Passing by, the motorman presses a button and 2 loud whistles sound and the soldiers reply with a machine-gun burst. The train passes a substation with concrete pillboxes and a building with anti-aircraft cannon on roof. The motorman says that the guerrillas tried to blow a bridge last week but were beaten off after hand-to-hand fighting. As the train goes over the bridge, he points out shell marks on its sides.

  Bright and shiny in reflected sunlight, the train from Mukden goes flashing like a future girl on a beach in Brazil. Then comes an interruption by a grim-face sergeant with sub-machine gun from waist and bullet-belt draped over right shoulder, stepping into the motorman’s forward compartment. “Alright sister, go back! Chinchow route camp in five minutes! Keep shades down!”

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