The Fucking Book – Less Than Mystery – Part One – The Dwarf – Chapter Two(4)

A Revolutionary Soldiers Certificate, a diary with the cover of Chairman Mao, a medal from the Korea War.

A Revolutionary Soldiers Certificate, a diary with the cover of Chairman Mao, a medal from the Korea War.

Less Than Mystery

Heather Cai

Chapter 2


Unfortunately, there was another man in that village who was unwilling to join the war, but was willing to tell the whereabouts of my grandfather to the conscription people and guide them to catch my grandfather at midnight while he was sleeping. {Click the link to read Chapter Two (3)}

Before leaving, he worried about the survival of his family in the wood, not his life. So he told them to move to live with his young brother even though the house they were going to move to was quite small and crowded already. With a hundred practical hints and a thousand salutary warnings, he asked his young brother to take care of his family as his own. As he knew, no one in the village had ever returned from the war before.

Without any choice, for years, he fought for the Guomintang with no news for his family. For some reason, he joined the Communist Party and fought again after the Guomintang was defeated and its soldiers fled in disorder in April, 1949. In October, 1950, he joined the Korean War as one of the volunteers and received a commemorative medal in honor of the cruel battle when he returned to China from the war in October, 1952. He fought for the nation until the next year in May. Back then, he wrote in a small diary with the limited words that he had started learning during the wars.

I really want to see my family, my grandfather answered firmly when the Communists asked what job he wanted when quitting the army. As a soldier, I must obey the order that I go back to where I came from, do productive work and serve the people. By then, he was deaf due to a bomb in a war and with one leg crippled because of a bullet from the enemy in another war. There too were scars, big and small, here and there.

He returned home quietly. No one expected him to return either. Even his wife, my grandmother, had already left the village for another man. Apparently, it was a big shock when he returned or she left. In a while, when he could, he brought her back to rebuild the family. As he said happily, he was the only one home and alive, though sometimes he cried for the deaths of many comrades-in-arms. Just being alive is enough, he said.

However, I was a bit puzzled about the reason why my grandfather never spoke a word to my grandmother after she chose to stay at my uncle’s. None in my hearing.  

He was deaf, but not that deaf in one of his ears. When you shouted in his ears, he would still hear. And that was one of the things I enjoyed doing – I climbed up on his back or he squatted down, then I managed to shout with some words and some laughter.

His eyes were not good but not bad either. He could see what he liked to see, even though he didn’t like much. {Click the link to continue}

To be continued…

PS:

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