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Start by marking Where Life And Death Hold Hands as Want to Read . A truely excellent read depicting a man who overcame just about everything thrown at him while being held in a Japanese Prisoner of War camp. May 11, 2014 Kally Sheng rated it it was ok.
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By (author) W. Publication date 01 Nov 1995. ISBN13 9780773722682. AbeBooks may have this title (opens in new window). Learn about new offers and get more deals by joining our newsletter.
This book "Hit's it Home" with the way it makes you feel for these children struggling for their God-given right to survive.
That is all you can say about it. It had(s) everything. This book "Hit's it Home" with the way it makes you feel for these children struggling for their God-given right to survive. It will definitely make you appreciate everything that you have been blessed with.
Where Life and Death Hold Hands won a prize for the promotion of intercultural relations. The memoir was translated into Japanese in 2001. Mr. Allister was active in the Hong Kong Veterans Commemorative Association, where he would be joined by Jan Solecki, an associate professor emeritus from the University of British Columbia. Solecki, who had been born in Inner Mongolia to a Russian mother and a Polish father, had been an artillery gunner when captured at Hong Kong.
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His heart sank as he asked himself what life could hold for him. Howoften, sitting on his prison bed with his head in his hands, he hadpictured joyously the present moment! Now he felt like a child who haslost its parent's hand in the passing throng. There had been a day, the year before, when his old mother's letter hadnot come, and, instead, only a line of stereotyped consolation from thecountry pastor to the village ne'er-do-well. No one had seen him chokeover his bowl of soup and bread, or noticed the tears that trickled downupon the shoe-leather in his hand