During World War II my father, who had been conscripted into the Dutch Army, was captured by the Japanese and incarcerated in Changi and Kranji prisoner-of-war camps for three years. His parents and siblings were also imprisoned in different camps. Dad wrote a number of short accounts of this time and emailed them to friends and contacts. I have previously uploaded another of these accounts as Rusty Rups’ Xmas in the camps.
The Japanese officially signed the terms for reoccupation on 4th September 1945, and the surrender was complete on 12th September. The filmed church service at Kranji celebrating liberation is dated 7th September 1945. This is my father’s story.
“I decided to…tell you a funny story about the camps. The Kranji camp I was in when we were liberated was situated in an old rubber plantation. There were a number of bamboo huts with thatched leaves (as) roofs; home to centipedes, (and) when they had a fight up there one would fall down and give you a hell of a fright. The camps (were) surrounded with a double barbed wire fence” and “the Jap soldiers used to patrol in between those fences.
At a distance from the huts were deep boreholes used as latrines. Some had seats but others had slats to squat on. It was a complete open space, no divisions, so there (were) always happy conversations going on. From that came the word borehole(‘s double-) meaning: ‘rumour’. Someone from the camp would come up to you and say, ‘did you hear the borehole, they are going to move the camp?’”
“Also there were some smart guys who would trade with the Jap guard (and sell) over the fence.”
“In the centre of the camp was an open area where four blocks of concrete were laid well apart, and on each…were six showers. All (were) in the open, of course. Why would you worry to put up partitions?”
“The advancing troops arrived a few days after the Japs surrendered, (and) in that convoy were also amenity people: a concert party and women to look after ‘these poor buggers’. They were so eager to be kind to us that they arrived at the gate with their vans and walked straight into the camp… There was pandemonium.
The war was over (and) there were no working parties, so everyone went (their) own way. (They were) coming out of the barracks with a towel over (their) shoulder…a piece of soap in (their) hand, and starting to have a good shower. When all (the) women came in there was no escape. The barracks were a distance away and one had to rinse the soap off before one could put a towel around one’s body.
Well, the next day the day’s orders stated the times one was allowed to shower and use the toilet. In haste, bamboo partitions were obtained and a few days later all was civilized again.”
“Love to you all, Frank Rups (in the camps my name was Rusty; Rusty Rups)”
in Singapore upon release from the camps
 This account was emailed 28th March, 2000.
 My edits for continuity are in brackets.
A longer story of Frank’s more than three years in POW can be found at Remembering Rusty’s time as WWII prisoner-of-war
c. A. Maie, 2019