Bo Tara (Three Comrades) - Short Stories of the Heroic Love

The flower of love

"It's brutally cold. A Burmese soldier next to me is going to break my bones," he shouted loudly, his voice cracking with truth. Yes, it's Japan.

Heyman was asking the thirty Burmese comrades who had come from the hot season, "Do you really love the country and the people? Can you bear the hardships and rewards of success on the path to independence?" It was as if they were being tested by nature's independence. The cold wind, which resembled the Japanese spirit, was relentlessly attacking the thick woolen military jackets and trousers of each comrade, causing their faces to turn red and their voices to become hoarse.

As we groaned, trembled, and were in a state of uproar, the great Martyr's Shrine, where even the Supreme Emperor of Japan, the Sun Gods, bowed down before us, stood unmoved like a great stone. As a reward for the independence of Father Japan and the glory of Japan's history throughout Japan's history, the true sons and daughters of Japan, students, and patriots who fought for the independence of their country, and for the preservation of their freedom, the final victory While we, thirty comrades of the Burma Independence Army, were resting in Tokyo, Japanese colonels who were teachers took us to the Martyrs' Shrine in a private car one day, and an incident occurred along the way.

Our surroundings were beautiful. On the left was the Japanese War Museum, straight ahead was the Soldiers' Palace, and on the right were the vast gardens and the pine trees, which swayed rhythmically in the breeze, resembling Western ballet dancers. I looked carefully at the Martyrs' Palace. In keeping with the spirit of honest nationalism and the beautiful East, large stone pillars were used everywhere, and instead of paving the entire courtyard, they were paved with pebbles and lined with large square pine pillars. The empty space in the courtyard was filled with the ashes of the brave Japanese soldiers. The vast temple courtyard is beautifully designed to keep the audience paying homage to the martyrs, and the flowing water is a sight to behold.

After drinking coconut water and drinking water from the stream, gargling and washing their hands and feet, they performed a ritual of purification before offering offerings to the good martyrs of Japan. They marched forward. They were about fifty yards away from the shrine building, and they carefully placed the umbrella boxes they were carrying on the shelves. In the shade of the shrine, they took off all their shoes and bowed their heads in prayer with expressions of gratitude, respect for the martyrs, and sorrow. The students, with their bright faces and uniforms, were dressed in Western clothes and Japanese kimonos, and the Japanese women and students, with their beautiful faces and beautiful faces, were dressed in traditional Japanese clothes and Japanese kimonos. Wearing a large, dark-colored kimono, with a lowered face and a white-haired, broken-toothed Japanese grandfather and grandmother, we saw them standing in front of the small, incomparable Martyr's Shrine, which was able to control the independence and national spirit of the entire country of Japan with just a pine tree. One of the most remarkable things was that there were so many people, so crowded, and no one was talking loudly, wearing the wrong shoes, walking around, arguing with each other, or losing their shoes. As we were about to pay homage to the Shwedagon Pagoda, which is said to be the most sacred in Myanmar, we immediately remembered the terrible life of watching the umbrella shoe seller behind us. The difference between the life of a slave and the life of a master, a difference in social relations, Looking at the Japanese people walking in and out of the large, Western-style war museum on the left, we turned to the park (recreation center) on the right. In front of us, we saw so many people paying their respects to the martyrs' shrine that our heads could not stop spinning. The pain that had been unbearable for as long as we could see was soon refreshed and revitalized by the jasmine and eucalyptus pollen that drifted in the breeze from the park. In the vast garden, we were free to wander here and there, each with our own thoughts and feelings. At the right corners, there were benches, Seeing young Japanese people reading quietly on chairs and small stones, I slowly entered the northwest corner of the garden, breathing in the fresh air.

In the garden, which was covered with snow, we entered under a large cherry tree, which was drinking dew from the top of its branches, its petals blooming, its buds still open, and its branches were covered with dew. The ground, which was wide and flat, was adorned with young grass, and the cherry blossoms, which were bright red, were scattered like a flower bed, and seemed to be hanging from the tree. When the north wind blew a little, the cherry blossoms, which were just ripe and ripe, in the open air, mixed with snow and air, were leaving their petals and slowly descending to the ground as if they were flying. I watched with interest the natural scenery that I had experienced. I followed the falling flowers from here and there. My eyes gradually moved to the corner of the cherry blossom tree, and suddenly, like me, I saw a Japanese captain on a long stone bench, staring at the cherry blossom tree with unblinking interest, which made me look like a doll. After our eyes met, he stood up, bowed, and invited me to sit down. Understanding the culture, I did not refuse and sat down on a long stone bench. He opened the lid of a military water bottle that was hanging nearby, took a steaming cup of black tea, and respectfully handed it to me. After looking at me for a moment,

"I think he's from East Asia."

I admitted that it was true.

He said with a happy face, "I will never forget meeting our fellow Asians in such a beautiful and blessed place this morning. So, don't worry, are you coming to visit? This is a separate matter."

"Oh... oh... I forgot."

I suddenly remembered and showed him the ID card issued by the Burma Independence Army Headquarters, which was given to me for emergency use. At that time, we were traveling in civilian clothes.

The Japanese officer, so happy that he jumped up and down, squeezed my hand vigorously, bowed repeatedly, and then said, "I will fight the British shoulder to shoulder with you."