The poster about this was a remembered trauma - the summer before I started first grade we attended some event that my older cousin was a Boy Scout and they had an encampment with all these rows of tents. He and my Uncle were there for some time - I think a month which is why we were visiting - outside the gate to the encampment was this poster in bright colors of explosions in the background and horrified people running toward the viewer with small insets of silhouetted soldiers with bayonets and their legs wrapped, they both stuck the bayonets into babies and marched others with the bayonet pointed at them and a tank in the background of the main part where the explosions were going off behind the people running as if the tank was going to run them down - across the top where thick black letters on a slight angle that I did not know what it said - I could not fathom at first, my eyes traveled over every detail trying to figure out how this could be and then, as I saw all this I was riveted sharing their feeling of terror.
My mother kept calling me to come along as they were all walking on but I could not move and could barely hear her for what my mind was putting together and then shutting down. I was always dawdling so that hearing again 'Hurry up, come on Bobby', my childhood nick name, was usual. Finally my mother came over and guided me away saying it could never happen here. I could not answer and in my mind it did not matter, it happened or was happening and it was something that stayed with me that people were experiencing this horror. I knew it was in China, which I guessed because the faces in the poster were Chinese. I was in this other world for the rest of the day and Mom kept looking at me with what I could see was concern and she kept encouraging me to eat at the picnic. I was just numb.
Talk about being set up for the hysteria at the start of WWII with everyone smashing and burning anything that was labeled 'made in Japan'.