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UNBROKEN Through the years 1939 through 1945 there was the terrifying tragedy of World War II. It wrecked people’s homes and nations, killed many families and friends. However, the true destruction it caused was on the mind, the psyches and the sanity of the loved ones waiting at home and the men in battle. I am Louie Zamperini and this is my story from the war, and how I was unbroken. I was born on January 26, 1917 as Louis Silvie Zamperini. My parents were Louise and Anthony Zamperini, two Italian immigrants, and I had and older brother Pete, and two younger sisters Sylvia and Virginia. We grew up in a small home in Torrance, California, where I spent all of my youth. I was a clever kid, optimistic and quick. I had a strong faith in my ability…show more content…
This crushed my dreams and years of hard work. However, I enlisted into the war effort. I trained and graduated from Midland Army Flying School in 1942,and was immediately joined with a crew in the bomber plane Superman. After many trips, and one severe attack, our crew was broken up, and I was transferred to the Green Hornet, a plane notorious for being unreliable in flight. On May 27, 1943, my plane crashed into the Pacific Ocean, with only two other men surviving. There was panic and confusion, and I hurt from the loss of my friends that sunk to the bottom of the ocean in their metal coffin. For days I, along with crewmen and friends, Phil and Mac, floated on two small rafts, fending off sharks, attempting to catch fish, and enduring storms and high heat in the burning sun. We had extremely low provisions, forcing us to suffer from dehydration and famine, unable to help ourselves in our situation. Our bodies were wasting away, but the three of us vowed to keep our minds sharp. We told stories, recited memories, quizzed each other on trivia, I even began to recount memories of my mother’s cooking in detail, to trick our starving stomachs if only for moments. Together, we also began to pray. It had been day twenty one of being on the rafts when I promised, “If God will quench our thirst, I will dedicate my life to him” (Hillenbrand 152). There was later a spontaneous rainstorm above us. After the death of Mac on the raft, “I prayed for myself and Phil, vowing that if God would save us, I would serve heaven forever” (165). I asked the Lord for mental, emotional, and spiritual strength, and to be saved from our new world of only ocean and suffering. On the forty sixth day, July 14, Phil and I were spotted and picked up by a Japanese ship. That was the beginning of my time as a Japanese Prisoner of War, the harshest time of war. During my time, I went to four POW camps, Kwajalein, Ofuna, Omori, and
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