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'War Memory' is a Fun Take on Old-Fashioned Memory Games

‘War Memory’ is a Fun Take on Old-Fashioned Memory Games

Hey reader! Remember that old game you used to play where you and one other person would flip two tiles and try to match them up with one another? There were tons of variations. You could get ones with Sesame Street characters or farm animals or Pokemon. I always liked those games because my family was in a big struggle to prove which child was the smartest. I never won. But now I have a chance…

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A May Day

Sunday Bloody Sunday gave way to Monday a Sorry Monday, The dawn burst forth with guns blasting moth, For bullets grew wings and flew into sleeping beings, The news came in that the president had fled, Armed forces bore treachery the Constitution had bled, We three boys huddled in the room, Not yet in our teens made to contemplate doom, And so the boom boom birthed a gloom gloom The high sky watched some cry, die, The bright light closed in night fright, But we boys clung to our toys, Guarded the childhoods we kept safe in wild woods, Now the moths are butterflies But we've metamorphosed into dragonflies.

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Memory.

A faint beeping appeared within range. At first it was a part of my dream, each beep an explosion nearby, sending men I’d been serving with flying through the air. I struggled for a moment and opened my eyes, my vision slowly coming back from the blurs of white and blue that surrounded me. I looked down at myself, each day became more and more reassuring as the number of tubes and drips plugged into me fell. My face was itchy, my unkept beard was tickling my dry lips and nose. I looked up at the sound of the door open, a smile broke as the nurse walked in. There was something about her presence that eased me, her eyes were a kind brown, her hair a sandy blonde that was always in a messy bun on top of her head. It may have been that she didn’t top toe around me like everyone else, she was just so real, genuine, funny. ‘Morning sunshine’ she said with a giggle ‘Morn-’ was all my unpracticed voice could muster. No more words were shared, she just hovered around checking everything, her hand glided down my arm and my eyes rolled back into my head. The soft hands tickled my skin and goosebumps broke out all over my body. ‘Are you feeling up to someone coming in today?’ She asked hesitantly My grumbled response was obviously enough to press the issue ‘The more people you see the more likely you are to find out your name, who you are, isn’t that what you want?’ I looked through the window at the busy city streets. ‘Send them in’ I could already see her, she was pretty. Her hair was long and swept over one shoulder, she was an average build, more cute then beautiful. She walked through the door and approached the bed. This was always the worst part, staring at a stranger while they look longingly into your eyes, search your whole body. She was only there for a brief minute before her eyes started to swell up. She wiped her eyes and stepped out. I felt another part of me die in that moment and for the first time a tear worked its way through my body and squeezed itself out. ‘No luck this ti-’ She stopped as she saw the tear running down my chin. She walked over and sat down on the bed, she knew she wasn’t meant to, I knew she wasn’t meant to but we let it happen. Her arms found rest on my chest and her sandy curls ran under my chin. My heart swelled and my palms became sweaty, this was the most affection I’d ever received as far as I remembered. That’s what the most frustrating and heart wrenching part was, all of this knowledge, with no understanding of how I got it. I could have a wife and children, for all I knew I could have a husband and two pugs... but my life had become this room. This room and this nurse I didn’t even have a name for. ‘What’s your name?’ the words fell out as the thought ran through my mind ‘What’s yours?’ she whimpered

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吉田俊の新刊書『戦争の文化から平和の文化へ：日中韓の戦争と平和資料館』

Takashi Yoshida, From Cultures of War to Cultures of Peace: War and Peace Museums in Japan, China, and South Korea (Portland, ME: MerwinAsia, 2014) Because news from Japan is filled with stories about textbook censors routinely downplaying the aggression of the imperial Japanese military during World War II and politicians visiting Yasukuni Shrine 靖国神社, it is sometimes easy to forget that there are countless people across Japan actively invested in remembering the experience of World War II from an entirely different perspective. Most people know of Japan's culpability during the war, but there are activists across the country who actively seek to remember the difficult parts of history that nationalist politicians are quick to leave out. By creating dialogue about Japan's aggression on the mainland and its disastrous results, these grass-roots activists hope to inspire the population of Japan never to want to engage in war again. They seek to overturn textbook accounts of the war and show that the war was not just something that happened to Japan; the war was something Japan created.

My friend and colleague Takashi Yoshida's new book From Cultures of War to Cultures of Peace: War and Peace Museums in Japan, China, and South Korea (Portland, ME: MerwinAsia, 2014) examines the history of public displays about World War II. Discussions of war-related displays in Japan usually focus on the Yūshūkan 遊就館, the infamously nationalist, pro-military museum located at Yasukuni Shrine, which glorifies World War II and selectively passes over Japanese atrocities on the mainland. Yoshida travelled through Japan to countless small museums and public displays created at the grass-roots level in order to remember the war. He finds that, if anything, the nationalist Yūshūkan is an aberration. The majority of museums dedicated to war memory in Japan seek to forge a new culture of peace.

In examining the history of those places, Yoshida looks at newspaper articles, editorials, histories of governmental support, and public debates about the display contents in order to better understand the ways that people have talked about World War II as part of their own contemporary sociopolitical projects. In addition, Yoshida visited a number of similar sites in China and South Korea, showing once again that there is sometimes a sizeable gap between the official rhetoric of politicians and the beliefs of ordinary citizens.

This important book should, I hope, begin the process of bringing the work of postwar Japanese peace activists to the forefront so that Japan's image on the international stage is not fashioned only by the actions and rhetoric of politicians seeking to earn support from well-funded, politically active nationalist groups.

Prof. Yoshida is a professor of history in the Department of History at Western Michigan University and one of the core faculty of the WMU Soga Japan Center. He is the author of The Making the "The Rape of Nanking": History and Memory in Japan, China, and the United States (London: Oxford University Press, 2009), which examines the differences in the ways that Japan, China, and the U.S. remember the Nanjing massacres of 1937. As one might expect with such a difficult subject, Yoshida finds that contemporary political realities are always at play within the process of remembering the past. The new book published this year is an extension of Yoshida's ongoing interest in war memory and the ways that the use of a reified "past" continues to inform current thinking in Japan and its neighbors.

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