Rabaul, a fiercely contested battleground during the Pacific War.
This is a valuable account of the Battle of Rabaul, written by Shigeru Mizuki, who narrowly survived the battle, adding text to the drawings he drew when the experience was vivid.

Private Mizuki, exhausted from blowing the trumpet without making a sound, went to his superior in the personnel department and pleaded, “Please let me quit.”
When asked by his superior, “Is the south or the north better?” he answered “the south,” and the southern front deployment was decided. However, at that time (around November 1943), the southern front had been occupied by the enemy, with the island of New Guinea having fallen and not only on Bougainville Island near Rabaul, but also on New Britain Island, where Rabaul was located in November.
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The moon in the southern country is bright and beautiful.
The moon shadow was beautiful, and the insects played different songs every moment.
I often forgot to stay up all night and went for a walk in the moonlight, thinking, 'I feel like I've come to a really great place.' But every time I did, I was mistaken for running away and got slapped.
It was such a beautiful moonlit night.

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Every day I climbed the mountain and dug a hole.
I wasn't in a position to use tricks.
I was a person of interest, so I got scolded by my seniors just for sitting down for a moment.
Perhaps sensing the moment, the private, who had always been itching to hit me, told me to “take off your glasses.”
And then I got 10 slaps even though I didn't do anything wrong!!
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Having lost my sense of direction, I went to the Toyin village that appeared before my eyes.
There was no one there, but the ashes from the stove were still warm, so I buried myself in them and fell asleep.
After walking for another two or three days, he found a naval hut and collapsed there.
After a while, he returned to the company with an army platoon that arrived.
As soon as the company commander saw me, he asked, “Why did you run away?
“Everyone is dead, so you should die too,” he said.
And then he didn't let me rest even for a day.
From then on, I couldn't understand the company commander or even the military.
At the same time, a fierce anger was boiling inside my chest.
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I don't know why, but the weather was nice and there was no wind while I was staying in Toma.
One day, I went out on a 'mission'.
My job was to carry things around the office.
At that time, several bundles of paper were moved.
Thinking, ‘I could draw with this paper…’, he cautiously asked the non-commissioned officer, “I’m a person who draws. Could you please give me some paper?”
Then the sergeant handed me a bundle of papers and a pencil.

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