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   "No! Dad, you can't leave! They can't make you. 

I won't let you!" I sobbed. 

   "Lottie dear, I have to go. I need to help our 

country fight in this war. I will be back before you 

know it. You won't even know I'm gone. I 

promise." Dad assured.

   "But Dad, how will Mom, Fizzy and I make it 

without you? And mom is having another baby! It 

will be impossible." I stated.

   "You are all going to be fine. I will be back in the 

blink of an eye." My dad reasoned. With that, he 

was gone.

   "Lottie, when is Daddy coming home?" My little sister Daisy 

asked.

   Before we jump off into this heartbreaking story, allow me to 

introduce myself. My name is Lottie Austin. I am 17 years old and 

I live in Honolulu, Hawaii. My dad left to fight in World War II 

when I was 10. The war was over two years ago and he still hasn't 

come home. He left me, my mom, and my 2 sisters behind. 

   I cried for two weeks straight but I realized that I needed to 

believe that he would be back. I also needed to help my mom, so 

that's exactly what I did. I always worked so that I could have 

something to distract me from Dad being gone. I did so many 

things for my mom because she was a wreck. She would just start 

crying while we were eating. Even now she still comes home from 

work and sits on the couch and watches the door expecting him to 

walk through it. Each day, it crushes her spirit.   

   " I would like to know that myself, Dai." I said using 

her nickname.

   " But I wanna meet him. Mommy seems so sad and I 

want her to be unsad." Daisy stated using her 6-year-

old dialogue.

   "Oh, little Daisy, you're only 6. You have never met 

Dad. You have no idea what mom, Fizzy, and I are going 

through. "

   "But I really, really want him to come home!" Daisy 

sniffled.

   "So do I, Daisy. So do I." I said sadly.

  After I finished talking to Daisy, I went over to my 

best friend Gemma's house.

 "Gemma, here come some more soldiers. Do you think 

that our dads are finally home?" I asked my best friend.

   " I doubt it. We have been waiting for 2 years. If they 

haven't come yet, I don't think they ever will. "Gemma 

replied.

   " Oh my gosh Gemma. What if they are prisoners of 

war?" I asked worriedly.

   "Lottie, do not even think like that. I mean, even if 

they were, they wouldn't be tortured or anything 

because of the Geneva Conviction. So, don't worry." 

Gemma assured.

Soon after that heart-wrenching conversation with Gemma, 

I went home. I walked in the door to find my mom on the 

couch sobbing.

   "Mom, what's wrong?" I asked shakily.

   "It's your dad. I don't want you to get mad when I tell 

you this. A while ago, I was sent a letter that said that your 

father was a Prisoner of War and he was being held hostage 

by Japan. Well, I didn't worry that much because if the 

Geneva Convention. But, I have heard people saying that 

Japan is ignoring the Geneva Convention and they are 

torturing POW's. People have been saying something about 

the Bataan Death March. They say that the soldiers were 

beaten, starved, and executed for no apparent reason. I am 

so worried and I just don't know if your father made it out."

   "Mom, why didn't you tell me? I have been worried 

sick and I was dying to know anything about Dad! How 

could you have kept this from me?" I asked in disbelief.

   "Sweetie, I didn't think that you could handle it. "

   "Well I am going to get my dad whether you like it or 

not. And Gemma is going to come with me because 

that's probably where her dad is too." I shouted running 

out the door.

   "Gemma, I just found out that my Dad is a Prisoner of 

War and he is being held hostage in Japan. That's 

probably where your dad is." I told Gemma quickly.

   "We have to go!" Gemma yelled.

   " Okay now, we are going somewhere where there are 

guards with lots and I mean LOTS of weapons. We have 

to think of a plan." I said, stating the obvious.

   "Well in school, Mrs. Clark always says that the one 

thing that Japanese people hate is loud people. So I say 

that we do something very loud." said Gemma.

   " Okay. Let's gather up a group of people and get 

some guns. Then we will fly over to the Japanese Alps 

and get our fathers back!" I yelled.

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