The young nurse ran down the corridor, past the
full stretchers of newly arrived wounded and her frantic colleagues, trying to
cope with yet another influx of casualties. Nurse Ruth Chambers, newly arrived
in Hong Kong, gripped the two small keys in her hand and stopped outside the private room. A
hastily written note in chalk declared; 'POW - No Entry.' was hanging from the door. The guard was gone, now probably dead or
wounded in the fighting that neared the makeshift hospital. She fumbled with
the lock for a few seconds and finally managed to get the damn door open, bursting into the room. "You've got
to run for it! The bloody Japanese are coming up the road; they'll be here
in minutes."
Private John Devlin Hook, aged 23 years and
under arrest for the apparent murder of his Platoon officer, jumped from
the bed and held up his handcuffed wrist; "Sorry darling, i can't go
anywhere unless I drag this bloody bed with me!" He shouted and shook his
arm violently; the small metal bed rattled and slid across the floor a few
inches. John Hook was quite a powerful man, fit from army life and boxing. The
nurse didn't say anything but threw John the two keys and ran back out the
door. John could now hear gunfire and small explosions; nearby and approaching.
He realised immediately that the small silver
key, next to the door key would fit the handcuffs. he actually chuckled and
muttered; "Fucking good on you Ruthie, you fucking came through for old
Hooky boy!" The young nurse had been kind to the condemned man,
bringing him extra portions of ice cream and paperback books. She had dressed
his wounded shoulder and gave him painkillers.
"A fucking good decent soul." He said
softly; not a bit like him. But there had been several 'good and decent'
fuckers in his patrol that 2nd lieutenant Clifford Rees-Davis had
abandoned to die, defending the small petrol dump. The bastard had simply ran
away and John Hook had gone after him. He shot the cowardly fucker without
hesitation and now faced death by hanging. He would have been hung tomorrow
morning, but the invading Japanese Army, arriving suddenly, had thwarted
that particular little show for the top brass, who John hated.
John hastily unlocked himself and grabbed up
his shirt and small kitbag; then made for the hospital grounds. He ran past
abandoned ambulances and blood stained trucks, some still filled with wounded,
who shouted at him for help and water. He ignored their pleas and dived into
the small monsoon ditch. On his hands and knees, he made his way along the
ditch, but stopped suddenly and pulled leaves and bushes
down upon himself. He was hardly breathing, as he watched
the Japanese officer and about two dozen men, approach the doors of the temporary
hospital. They had their bayonets fixed and looked battle weary and a little
angry. They had been fighting for years in China and now, they had the bloody
British Empire to fight.
That made John smile a little. That's when he
saw the two doctors with a large stick; a white pillow case tied to one end.
They were waving it frantically, with their free hands in the air.
They were shot dead where they stood and two
Japanese soldiers finished them off with bayonets. John Cussed under his
breath and watched the soldiers enter the hospital. He cowed down as more and
more shots rang out. He knew there was no fighting British soldiers in there;
just patients, doctors, nurses and unarmed medical staff.
The shooting continued for a couple of minutes;
then a really ominous silence came over the place. John eased himself up a
little and thought about making a run for it, but three Japanese trucks had
turned up with about six or seven soldiers scattered amongst them. John thought
the empty trucks would be for prisoners and maybe, the wounded.
That's when he saw the two nurses being
dragged from the hospital by half a dozen laughing and shouting Japanese
soldiers. They ripped the nurse's uniforms off and left the two young women in
just their army issue stockings. They were thrown to the ground and the rape
party started. The screaming and sobbing made John clench and unclench his
fists and curse repeatedly.
Each girl was brutally, raped, punched and
slapped by maybe six or seven men. The other men had formed a loose circle
about the girls; passing sake bottles amongst themselves and several were
masturbating; getting ready for their turn. After several minutes there was a
terrible silence form the women. To John; that was worse than the screaming.
The young officer stood laughing, hands on hips, watching. When the soldiers
had finished, two of the men pissed over the prostrate women; giggling
loudly and slapping each other. The two girls were hauled up and thrown into
the back of a truck; John could see little puddles of blood upon the gravel
driveway.
He watched, filled with useless and helpless
anger, as another two young nurses were dragged out and the whole
dreadful scene was repeated. Except one young woman tried to escape. She
somehow managed to throw off the two soldiers who ere holding her down for
their colleagues to violate. She ran a few yards before being shot
dead. A soldier ran up to the body and kicked it violently, then pulled his
bayonet from his rifle and stabbed and chopped at the body for a few minutes.
The other nurse, screaming hysterically was raped by nearly a dozen men and
thrown, still and almost lifeless into the back of the truck, with her two
friends.
Another two women were dragged out and yet
again, brutally raped and beaten before John's eyes, which were now filled with tears. He wasn't an emotional man by any means
[except anger maybe] but the sights before him placed a large rock in his
stomach and throat.
This went on until nightfall; two girls each
time including the grim faced Sister, who the officer took first. Punching her
and shouting, as he sodomised her in front of the other sobbing nurse and his cheering
soldiers. After their ordeal, both women were thrown upon the truck with the
other girls. When they had no new girls to rape, the Japanese and their
trucks pulled away, with the bruised and battered nurses aboard and only about
half a dozen soldiers remained to guard the silent buildings.
John lay in the ditch, head in hands, and
slowly realised that he had not seen young 'Ruthie' amongst the violated women.
He knew he had to find out about her; even if it caused more pain and anguish
to him. He resolved to check out the hospital under the cover of darkness. But
first he needed a weapon. One Japanese soldier - probably a corporal - was
drinking sake by the large ornamental flower pots, near the hospital's
side door. What caught John's eye was his pistol holster and belt.
John flexed his fingers and quietly removed his
leather belt. He made his way to the unsuspecting soldier, crawling on his
belly. He was that close to the soldier that he could hear the man chuckling to
himself. He had no idea that John Hook was behind him. John flexed his belt and
struck. The soldier took about a minute to die, thrashing about and struggling
in the gravel in almost silence. The belt had prevented any shouts for help as John strangled him. John pulled the body behind
the pots and stripped it of anything useful - especially the
pistol - then noticed the specks of blood around the soldier’s
crotch. He grunted with satisfaction; "Hope you enjoyed those poor bitches
my friend. You won't fuck anyone else." He muttered to himself and
disappeared into the side door of the tennis Club, turned hospital.
There were bodies everywhere; on stretchers and
in beds. The soldiers of Imperial Japan had butchered the sick and wounded with
bullets and bayonets. He passed a young native nurse sprawled across a dead
Australian soldier in his bed. She had clearly tried to protect the man and had
been savagely bayoneted to death.
John just shook his head and crept down the
corridor and suddenly realised he could hear faint crying in the dark. With
moonlight streaming through the windows, he could just make out the sign on the
door; it was the morgue.
He quietly and slowly pushed on the door and
crept in. In the far corner were huddled three nurses; all crying softly. To
his immense relief, one was 'Ruthie'. She simply stared at John and then ran
across the floor on her hands and knees; grabbing his legs. He ran his fingers
through her long dark hair and whispered; "Your safe now, but we need to
get the bloody hell out of here!"
The three young nurses had actually hid in the
morgue drawers, along with cold dead bodies, as the soldiers searched the
hospital. Lt. Ruth Chambers had managed to compose herself and her calm, had
helped the other two nurses, to deal with the terrible situation they found
themselves in. Lt. Patricia [Big Pat] Collins and Lt. Dawn Baines both gripped
John by the shoulder and hand. He could see the look of utter terror and fear
upon their faces. They had seen what happened to their colleagues; through the
small morgue window.
Dawn gripped his hand and whispered; "You
will use that on me, if we're about to be captured by...by those...by those
animals." She gestured to his pistol. John just nodded and told the women
to follow him. Making for the dark jungle, they stopped and watched the
Japanese soldiers set fire to the hospital; they wanted to hide their evil
deeds and fire could do that.
The little group managed to avoid the many
Japanese troops that were patrolling the small road that lead up
towards the mountains, thanks to John's skill in the jungle. By a derelict
school they came upon a British Patrol; also trying to make the mountain road.
John could not believe his bad luck; they were from his old Regiment and the
young Captain certainly knew who he was.
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