this that I cried. As days--even weeks--start to drag on the Japanese aren't giving up. They continue to impress the West with stories of self control, sacrifice, and human respect. I'd like to think that in a situation like theirs I would be like them, but I can only hope.
As I read the article I kept thinking about a Youth Conference when I was 15 or 16. For some reason we ended up sleeping in the Independence High School gym. I thought this was the lamest idea ever since IHS was twenty minutes from my house. I was vocal about my discontent. The gym was really hot because we'd held a dance in there (oh, church dances....) that ended 30 minutes before lights out--cotton eyed joe really heats up a room. There was a huge curtain separating the girls from the boys--which prompted yelling back and forth all night. My sleeping pad was 1/4" thick and my shoulder blades felt it. My pillow ended up smelling like a locker room. Surprisingly I don't remember having to get ready for bed in a high school bathroom--but I'm sure I complained about it when I had to. I don't think I went to Youth Conference the next summer.
I can only hope.