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An Eye-Full of Post-War Tokyo (Yank Magazine, 1945)
1945, Post-War Japan, World War Two, Yank Magazine

An Eye-Full of Post-War Tokyo

An eyewitness account of the devastation delivered to Tokyo as reported by the first Americans to enter that city following the Japanese surrender some weeks earlier:

The people of Tokyo are taking the arrival of the first few Americans with impeccable Japanese calm. Sometimes they turn and look at us twice, but they have shown no emotion toward us except a mild curiosity and occasional amusement…They are still proud and a little bit superior. They know they lost the war, but they are not apologizing for it.


Click here to read about the humbled Japan.

Japanese Regret for WW2 | 1945 Japanese Contrition | 1945 Japanese Humiliation and Regret
1945, Newsweek, Post-War Japan, Recent Articles

Eating Crow (PM, & Newsweek Magazine, 1945)

Four years after Pearl Harbor, the editors of the Japanese newspaper Asahi gazed out of the windows from their offices and saw the charred remains of their enemy-occupied homeland and recognized that they’d made a fatal mistake:

We once more refresh our horror at the colossal crime committed and are filled with a solemn sense of reflection and self-reproach…

Japanese Regret for WW2 | 1945 Japanese Contrition | 1945 Japanese Humiliation and Regret
1945, Newsweek, Post-War Japan, Recent Articles

Eating Crow (PM, & Newsweek Magazine, 1945)

Four years after Pearl Harbor, the editors of the Japanese newspaper Asahi gazed out of the windows from their offices and saw the charred remains of their enemy-occupied homeland and recognized that they’d made a fatal mistake:

We once more refresh our horror at the colossal crime committed and are filled with a solemn sense of reflection and self-reproach…

Alcoholics Anonymous 1939 | God and the Alcoholics by Morris Markey 1939
1939, Faith, Liberty Magazine, Recent Articles

‘God and Alcoholics” (Liberty Magazine, 1939)

Somebody said The Lord’s Prayer as the meeting broke up. I walked three blocks to the subway station. Just as I was about to go down the stairs – bang! – It happened! I don’t like the word miracle, but that’s all I can call it. The lights in the street seemed to flared up. My feet seemed to leave the pavement. A kind of shiver went over me and I burst into tears…I haven’t touched a drop in four years and I’ve sent four other fellows on the same road.

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