FROM BOY SLAVE TO RICHES – III Part

After 5 1/2 years in the Army - two of which in Heidelberg Germany - and an honorable discharge, I started in civilian life as an editor with a division of McGraw-Hill Book Co. in Monterey, Calif. I made about $375 p. month. In about eight years I was promoted from editor to Production Manager, then to Director of Manufacturing. I loved the work, but had to quit in my thirties because of serious physical problems; leftovers from the Japanese concentration camps.

I had not yet found any gold in the streets and had no financial success story to tell.

Then I received an offer from Howard Ruff for a one-day abbreviated seminar in San Diego. We paid the $45 fee and I listened very carefully. I also bought his book, Nothing Down. Believe me, I studied that book very thoroughly!

From then on, it was all down-hill. Our son became a contractor, and in time, we owned and remodeled some 22 properties. I had a great time making more money in a few months than I made in a year as an executive at McGraw-Hill! We even had time to enjoy our favorite sport: sailing our 2' yacht off the coast of California.

The WW II story which is explained in the book of World War II is mostly filled with lot of suffering aspects, but we should take it as inspiring ones. The Japanese death camps in Ambarawa were horrible. The death camp slaves suffered a lot in the Indonesian death camps. This WWII story is explained through a kid’s viewWWII by Mr. Ralph Brink.

FROM BOY SLAVE TO RICHES – I Part

Hi,
Have you been through any story of the World War II? Here is the real life incidence of a young boy (still alive) who underwent lot of bitter experience in the WW II death camp as a boy slave. Continue to read and let his life experience in WW II be an inspiration for your future as good citizens. And now let us go through this kids view WW II story part by part. Have a nice time!

My name is Ralph Brink. I was born Sept. 1934 in Netherlands East Indies (Indonesia). My parents were from Holland and lived in the former Dutch colony.
At age 7, soon after Pearl Harbor, the Japanese conquered the islands. All "blandas" (caucasians) were interned in concentration camps. Families were separated. My Dad was in one in a camp (Tjihapit), my 19-year old brother, a pilot, was sent to work as a POW slave on the Burma Railroad. My Mother, 2 sisters and I were sent to a truly lousy concentration camp (Banjoebiroe).
At age 10 I was taken from my mother by Japanese Army truck along with other 10-year old boys and dumped as a “Boy Slave" in a real Japanese death camp named Ambarawa C7.
After close to a year in that Japanese death camp, I was worn out, had beri-beri, dysentery, lice and was dehydrated and flea-bitten all over. “The Bomb" literally saved my life. My Mother guessed where I might be and got me in a horse-drawn cart. I was a smelly, deathly ill little kid. She nursed me back to life. In the meantime, we had to flee because total anarchy engulfed Java. Somehow my Dad wheedled space on a coal ship to Balikpapan (Borneo), and later on we went by "Gooney Bird" (Dakota plane) to Australia. We lived there for about a year. Here, at age 11, I went to school for the first time in my life, learning English as I went along. And read more about this interesting and inspiring story of WWII Japanese death camps at brink publishing.