Disclaimer: I don't own The Divine Wind, Garry Disher does. I don't want it. I am merely passing the time in my otherwise boring life.
Author's Notes: Originaly written as a school assignment in 2001. I'm not entirely sure why I chose this.
March 3rd, 1942
Today the most unthinkable thing happened, to my friends and people that I have known all my life. The Japanese attacked Broome this is unthinkable, people were rushing everywhere they tried to avoid the bullets from the planes, and these Japanese pilots seemed to be as good in the air as they were in the water as divers. As I rushed towards the water where I had spent my childhood, the flames from the fires that burned on the water from the oil that floated from the damaged ships and pearling boats was unbelievable.
The flames were so bright and the colours so vivid, the oranges, reds, blues and yellows lit up the skies for hours as the oil burned. This wasn't a painting my mother would admire for it's colours, this was real and Broome was an ablaze from the people who maybe be relatives of Mitsy, how could this be possible? This whole situation was insane these people had been our friends and in some cases our lovers. Many of the killed and injured had only be doing what they were told to do as I suppose the Japanese were also, but Jamie had been among the injured and he was trying to take Mitsy and Sadako away to the interment camps. He would now to useless like me from the scarring of his burns and Mitsy, these people had known her all their lives, she was a nurse and they refused her help with the injured, this was all wrong what had happened in Broome? Then I found out that, yes Jamie was taking Mitsy and Sadako to the interment camps because they asked him to.