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The
first year in Tokyo I was the same as any other GI, just having a good
time. The second year we closed shop in Tokyo, and moved our squadron to
Fuchu Air Station, which was about thirty miles north of Tokyo. Then I started riding the train from Fuchu to Tokyo.
One
night when I was eating at the Fuji-Ice restaurant, I noticed two Japanese
girls in one of the booths looking at me.
So I smiled, and the smile was returned. In a minute or so the girl
with her back to me changed seats with her friend.
When I saw her I realized that she was the most beautiful young
lady I had ever seen. The two of them got up to leave and I quickly
finished my hambaga and paid my check. I caught up with them
outside and started speaking Japanese.
They immediately told me I didn't have to speak Japanese; they
understood and spoke English perfectly, having gone to Tokyo University
and Keio University. One of
the girls name was Kikuko, and the one I was interested in was Hitomi.
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 I
made a date to see Hitomi the following week.
We went see the movie "Sayonara". We sat in the balcony, and I clearly recall that when I
try to kiss Hitomi, I got my face slapped.
I was so embarrassed I wanted to crawl under the seats. She told me her father had made ammunition and weaponry for
the Japanese military during the war, and he had a strong resentment
toward Americans. He had
since started to manufacture typewriters and owned the second largest
company in Japan.
We fell in
love, and for a whole year I was the happiest man on earth with Hitomi.
Of course, the world was so different then and we could not
be
together the rest of our lives. If
I could go back in time and rewrite the course of events in my life, I
would be married to Hitomi today.
Ours
was a typical "GI meets a rich girl" story. She was not only rich; she was totally unspoiled and chaste.
This is in total contrast to the Japanese girls of today who look
and behave like crazy. Everything that we did was like a haiku written every single
time and despite almost five decades having passed; I often recount the
images as if it happened yesterday and dream of a reunion. I
still have pictures of her. I could not bear the pain of being separated
from Hitomi that after almost two decades, recently I called Kikuko.
An old woman like me, she told me she is doing fine, but has not
heard from Hitomi in years. I
fear the worst.
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