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This is heartbreaking. The death, the sense of duty, the fact he feels he needs to stand to attention.
Makes me appreciate every moment with my family.
And now I’m rewatching Grave of The Fireflies in my head while trying not to cry at my desk.
*“*[The men in white masks walked over to him and quietly began to take off the rope that was holding the baby](https://rarehistoricalphotos.com/japanese-boy-standing-attention-brought-dead-younger-brother-cremation-pyre-1945/)*. That is when I saw that the baby was already dead. The men held the body by the hands and feet and placed it on the fire. The boy stood there straight without moving, watching the flames. He was biting his lower lip so hard that it shone with blood. The flame burned low like the sun going down. The boy turned around and walked silently away”.*
This damn picture wrecks me every time it gets posted!!!
How heartbreaking. The end of the war and the decades spent searching for loved ones in Japan is such a deep period that is glossed over in history study.
This gives me flashbacks to Grave of the Fireflies
Maybe, maybe he was just sleeping?
He was just sleeping wasn’t he?? ?
Japanese civilians really went through it during WW2
this inspired me to write something on the spot:
the day i died the birds never stopped their song. the day i died the trees continued to dance and sway. the day i died the sun shone bright as ever. but the day i died the tears of my brother wet the ground one last time.