Camp Name:

Kuniaki Kuni

Tribute by Katrina Mihara Hammel

Although my father was only a toddler when he was interned, I see him as a survivor. I cannot imagine what it was like or how scared he could have been leaving the only home he knew for a strange place thousands of miles away. I would like to honor my father for enduring this journey and also honor my grandparents as well—whom I never had the chance to get to know. Thank you for prospering with dignity and respect. Love, Trina