In the U.S. 1993, I worked with a Japanese woman who was sent to Japan as a young girl in 1939, born in California. Never made it "home" before Dec. 7th 1941 and spent the duration of the war in Japan, never returned until 1947. She had to listen to all her relatives complain about being sent to internment camps, and how little compensation they got. Yoko had to live in poverty with her grandmother, wondering where the next meal was coming from. Most times begging fishermen for scraps. She saw the sky turn purple when the first bomb was dropped, said it was frightening.
Her husband was sent over as well, in 1940, born 40 miles from Yoko in California. He fled Japan to Manchuria, captured and was sent to Siberia where he was put into a labor camp, lived on and now hates potatoes. He didn't make it "home" until 1950. They didn't meet until they both had returned and happened to be at the same temple and introduced to one another.
The world is a tragedy and not getting any better Shinpachi