While working in the factory I made friends with a Chinese worker whose son listened in each night on a short wave radio and would learn when the American bombing raids were expected to take place nearby. So just before the raids, I cock one ear and look up at the sky and pretend I can hear the American bombers coming long before they arrive and after a couple of raids everyone would shut down their machines to listen also for they think I must have radar ears.
In early November 1944, a squadron of American B-29's from the 14th Air Force out of Kunming, China flew over the factories. They drop leaflets. The leaflets were notices of the impending armistice printed in Japanese, Chinese and Manchurian. Dire things were threatened if the POW 's were harmed.
On December 7, 1944 a strike of 90 aircraft hit the Mukden area. Eighty planes attacked the MKK plant and adjacent area. The raid destroyed several munitions factories, but two bombs missed their intended targets, exploding inside our camp. Seventeen POW's died and at least a hundred were wounded. People ran in all directions, simultaneously excited by the prospect of freedom and frightened by the tremendous explosions and destruction falling all around. For a moment, I wondered if I was going to have survived all this time only to be killed by friendly fire.
From newpapers smuggled in by sympathetic Chinese workers, we learned that the Japs were getting the hell beat out of them in the south. That Germany had fallen and that the Russians were on the American side.
I think I burned a section of the Japs factory down but this was an accident. I had been cleaning some aircraft parts using gasoline in a bucket. At the end of the day, I left the bucket beside the sand bucket used for fires. As it happened, that night it got extremely cold and all the people working the night detail in the factory turned on their little electric heaters and with all the machinery running it caused a short circuit.
One of the Japanese supervisors stepped on a small blaze to put it out but caught his tennis shoes (all of them wore tennis shoes) on fire. So the Japanese guard next to him picked up the bucket of gasoline thinking it was water and doused it on the supervisor resulting in the man's death and that section of the factory burning before they could get the blaze controlled.
The next day, I figured out what had happened and when I talked to the guard responsible for throwing the gasoline, he said, "Speak nye, nye!"
Obviously, not wanting anyone to know that the supervisor was killed
and factory was damaged because he couldn’t tell the difference between
gasoline and water, the guard brings food to keep me quiet, but I wasn't
about to tell anyone else what happened. I just take the food and keep