Chapter 2: Horn of Winter
Narrated by Loen.
Narrator: Six months ago. Westburg Railway Station.
Narrator: “Victory to Apple Federation! May the Independence Corps return in triumph!”
Narrator: In front of the railway station hangs a colorful banner.
Narrator: People gather on the platform and wave flags at the departing train.
Narrator: My father puts on a windproof hat for me, and there’s a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
Narrator: I try to stand upright and solemnly salute my father.
Father: Try to get along well with everyone when you are at Uncle White’s.
Loen: Um, I will.
Father: Although you are still young, and not a real soldier, you should know the country and its people may need you at any time.
Loen: Then how do I know when? Will you write me letters?
Narrator: The train whistle blowing, my father looks at the energetic young people on the platform with a stern face.
Father: You’ll know when.
Reddish: Boo-hoo!! I want big sister! Hoo...
Uncle White: All right, don’t you wanna be a heroine like big sister? A heroine doesn’t shed tears.
Reddish: I don’t care! I want big sister!!! Boo-hoo!!
Narrator: Snownight looking back somewhat helplessly at her sister when she hears her sky-shattering cries.
Narrator: She walks over, with a bright smile and high spirit.
Snownight: Don’t cry, Loen will laugh at you. How do you like my uniform?
Reddish: Boo-hoo, sister!! It’s great... but I don’t want you to go! Boo-hoo!
Snownight: Oh, if you are still so whiny, Brother Loen will call you Cry Baby and there will be no such pretty clothes.
Reddish: Well.. Boo.. Hoo... Big Sister, you have to come back early.
Snownight: Of course! I will come back with the news of the victory!
Uncle White: Snownight... For the last time, are you really going? Girls don’t have to...
Snownight: Mister, I have what it takes to fight the enemy. I would like to obey the summons of the motherland.
Snownight: Victory to Apple Federation!
Everyone: Victory to Apple Federation!
Narrator: The uniform slogan echoes throughout the grassland.
Narrator: I remember when the train starts, Snownight pops her head out of the window, waving her hat at us.
Narrator: Her smile is so bright, and her long hair flies in the wind.
Choose either “Can she not come back?” or “Is Uncle White doing okay?”
If “come back,” ...
You: So... she really won’t come back?
Narrator: Yes... Snownight will forever stay on the battlefield.
If “doing okay,” ...
You: Is Uncle White okay?
Narrator: Uncle White... yes, I must find him quickly!
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Narrator: I pull myself together, tucking the letter into my chest and jumping out of the top.
Loen: Uncle White!
Narrator: Uncle White cries heavily in the crowd.
Loen: Uncle White, are you okay? I...
Narrator: Uncle White looks up at me blankly for a while.
Uncle White: Ah, it’s Loen...
Narrator: He suddenly falls onto his knees in front of me, tearful.
Uncle White: I’m begging you to write to the general to retreat! We call it quits, okay?...
Uncle White: Just don’t send our children to hell already!...
Narrator: He clutches the only relic of Snownight in his hand: a pistol. Only the last bullet is left.
Narrator: His hair is already gray.
Loen: Please... calm down.
Narrator: I walk Uncle White to the bench in the square.
Narrator: I have a lot of words in my throat, but I don’t know what to say.
Narrator: The people passing by are attracted by Uncle White’s cries.
Old Lady: Mr. White... I’m sorry for your loss. Is the retreat gonna happen that you were talking about?
Woman Passerby: Is there gonna be a retreat?
Narrator: Uncle White and I are gradually surrounded by a crowd.
Herder: That’s silly. If we give up now, those sacrifices are in vain!
Woman Passerby: But, if the army keeps losing, the enemy will bull their way beyond Stone City. Where else can we go then?
Old Lady: The longer the battle drags on, the more people will die...
Woman Passerby: So what, surrender?
Old Lady: Had we known it better, why would we have fought in the war?! Sigh...
Girl Selling Fruit: If we surrender, there will be no Apple Federation, will there?
Girl Selling Fruit: Brother Loen, what are we gonna do?
Narrator: Everyone looks at me, as if the general’s son can see the end of the war.
Narrator: I touch the little girl’s head and couldn’t say a word.
Loen: I...
Woman Passerby: Loen is but a child, after all; he cannot decide anything. Don’t put him in a quandary.
Herder: Anyway, I don’t think we should give up! If we are defeated, those Pigeon bastards won’t let us off easy!
Herder: Do you want your children to kneel down and polish their shoes in the future?!
Passerby: Don’t go to the battlefield. It doesn’t matter to be a slave. It’s better than anything to have no war.
Herder: You! Coward!
Passerby: ...Yes, I’m a coward. It’s better to be a coward than to die.
Narrator: The herders are outraged. While a little girl seems to have found something.
Little Girl: ...Are you... Josen?
Passerby: No, no, you must be mistaken.
Herder: Josen? Yes, you’re Josen! Didn’t you join the army? Why are you here?!
Passerby: No, it’s not me...
Passerby: ...Don’t force me. No one told me the war was gonna be like that!
Narrator: The passerby nervously tightens his coat and hurries away from the crowd.
Herder: Hey! Stop!
Old Lady: There. Forget it... Just let him see his mother...
Narrator: The cold wind sweeps the square, and everyone is quiet for a moment.
Narrator: People, without their desired answers, leave in silence.
Narrator: I think of that stern look of my father at those warriors.
Narrator: What’s my father thinking when he went to the battlefield with those young warriors?
Narrator: Did he know the answers to these questions?
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64. Deserter, by Junji Ito
Owned: Yes
Page count: 384
My summary: A nightmare spills out into the real world. A girl leaps to her death despite having been perfectly happy just moments before. A woman is given a strange tape by her ex-boyfriend. A family is plagued by migraines and death. A family hides a deserter in their walls, even after the war has ended.
My rating: 3/5
Not enough body horror, 0/5
Nah, just kidding. My thing with Junji Ito’s work is as follows - his stories are often very hit or miss for me, but when his horror hits, it hits hard. this collection is a very typical Ito collection, with an emphasis on twists and turns and viceral body horror. A few of these stories stood out to me for various reasons, but there wasn’t anything in here that I absolutely loved. Liked, yes, but not absolutely loved.
As ever with short story collections, I’m going to just talk about a few of the stories that are interesting to me.
Where the Sandman Lives is about a man who is trying to keep himself awake, because his dream-self will come out when he sleeps. Literally. A hand is crawling its way out of his mouth, forcing himself out of his body. The story itself isn’t much to write home about, but the visuals...damn. Junji Ito disturbing body horror at its absolute finest, or worst depending on your point of view. Gotta give it points for that.
The Devil’s Logic is a chilling little story - short and sweet, but it makes its point. A girl is approached by another girl, and after hearing to her talk jumps from a building. As it turns out, the mystery girl was explaining to her calmly and clearly why she should die, and after hearing this explanation on tape, our protagonist is compelled to do so as well. No padding, no faff, it’s in and out and delivers a really creepy premise. A+
Scripted Love is about obsession - a woman is broken up with by her boyfriend, who gives her a tape of a scripted conversation with her to help her get over it. She decides that the taped boyfriend is the best, falls for him, and ends up killing her ex to end up with the tape. It wasn’t my favourite, but I still liked just how much this story escalated, and the sudden violence of the woman killing him contrasted with the clean-cut, cheery tape conversation.
And finally, the titular story, Deserter. Here, a group of young people shelter a deserter from the Japanese Army in World War 2, lying to him that the war is still ongoing and staging investigations by the military police to torment him, because he was responsible for the death of their loved one. Except, oops, turns out after she died he killed himself, and the deserter that has lived with them since is his ghost. I wanted so badly to like this, but there was just something a little off about the story, something that didn’t quite mesh with me. I think it was the pacing, it felt too fast, and the protagonists were a little interchangeable to me - moreso than Ito’s usual bland protagonists, that is.
Next up, a bit of history, as we track the life of the HMS Erebus.
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"GAVE HIMSELF UP," Hamilton Spectator. May 15, 1912. Page 16.
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Deserter From Quebec Battery Surrendered to the Police
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John McDonald, who says he is a deserter from No. 3 battery, Royal Canadian artillery, was taken into custody this morning by Constables Harry Smith and Tom Brown, at the police station. He had wandered there, he said, and wanted to get a load off his mind. His first remarks were: "You want me here, don't you?"
Constable Smith said he did not think John McDonald was wanted around the police station. He was walked out, and later returned and told the deskman that he was a deserter, and had been away from his post of duty for six months.
McDonald was a former member of the Royal Canadian artillery, with No. 3 battery, stationed at Quebec city, and wore the khaki shirt, stockings and army boots worn by the regular artillerymen.
An amusing incident was that Me Donald was under the impression that Constable Smith's name was McEwen, and that he had a brother in the same battery he had deserted from. By humoring him along, Smith learned the name of the commanding officer of the regiment, Colonel Pole, and the adjutant, Major Acton. They will be communicated with.
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