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This is off topic, but (2)
The "he" I mentioned in my previous statement was my
uncle, my father's younger brother.
The one died of illness due to lack of medicine
was my mother.
My father, another uncle and one of my four aunties
went to Kampar to watch the execution, hoping to
bring back his body. The date and the time of execution
was much publicized by the Japanese. That was how they came
to know that he was captured by the Japanese. After the
execution the Japanese did not allow my father to collect the
body which was buried in an unmarked grave.
When they went home they did not tell my grandma
who did not know about the execution because no one in
the village dared to tell lest she went amok. BTW my
grandfather died before the Japanese arrived.
When grandma heard that the Japanese had surrendered
she was so happy as her youngest son was about to return
home. Every one was so happy, but at the same time felt
guilty for not telling her the truth.
So every day she waited and waited for the son to return.
Seeing the MPAJA guerillas marching out from the jungle
made her felt more excited. She was telling people that
her son was with the British not with the MPAJA forces and
it would take sometime to reach home from Ceylon. However,
all the villagers knew he was executed by the Japanese.
Poor grandma waited and waited. Every morning was a new
hope for her.
A few months or about a year later (I forgot the date)
a British officer from the 136 force came to the house and
wanted to see my grandma. He gave grandma a British flag
and a cheque as compensation for the services that my uncle
had contributed to the British Commonwealth. On hearing of
my uncle's death grandma fainted.
That was how my father told his children.
I don't think I can continue with my story
"A Hakka Taiwanese in the Japanese army"
as I don't want to recall any more sad memory.