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On December 8, 1941, the winter breeze blew past to refresh my body. But I remember Dad's serious expression one evening before he left the house. He told my sister and I to be good children to Mom and he promised to come back the next day.

You are a policeman. And I'm going to do it. The 'duties' of the police I was still very young at that time. Too young to know and care that their own country is in chaos because of the effects of world war.

On the same day at 11:45 p.m. The Japanese ambassador sent an ambassador to meet the leader. to negotiate a request to land troops But at that time, Field Marshal Plaek Phibunsongkram was traveling far away on official duty. Who would be able to negotiate and mediate in the rush of the Japanese?

Later, they marched their troops into Thailand in every direction they could get through. Various heroes, including villagers, soldiers, and police, all resisted the Japanese forces, which were many times superior, until a bloody event occurred. in every area where they landed troops. But a few hours later, the Uthai Army quickly occupied various areas of Thailand. This tragedy caused many families to lose their loved ones, including my family. We lost our father from that incident.

Three days later, after my father died, Thailand was offered an alliance treaty with Japan, but for me that was coercion. We had no choice because if we didn't do what the party wanted, We could be colonized.

Smoke rose into the air and filled the sorrowful state of the relatives who had attended my father's funeral. Standing at the foot of the grave, watching the fire burn the body of the dead man lying in the coffin, not a single tear was shed. But my heart is broken.

On that day, I saw Japanese soldiers guarding captured prisoners past my father's funeral. In my heart I wanted to shout curses and curses. But he could only hold grudges in his wounded heart.

I still have a younger sibling and a mother. I can't act weak.

Three years later, the Japanese had turned from a peaceful village into a hellish place. Every day we could see them slaughtering their captives. 'Railroad tracks' are given brutally. None of the captives could be seen. I was emaciated, like a dead ghost, suffering from that disease. This disease was so debilitating that it was pitiful and disgusting. I was told not to go near those people and the Japanese soldiers by the old people. Because he might be beheaded by the sword they were holding or be infected with disease.

There are many people who follow But my family acted in the opposite direction.

We had a grandfather who was an excellent medicine man who prepared medicine and secretly gave it to sick prisoners in concentration camps. Even though he knew the danger that if he was caught he might be exterminated, but to ignore his fellow destinies would be extremely callous.

None of the family knew what we were doing. Mother would tie bundles of medicine along the hem of my pants and skirts. The children were able to play in the front of the camp even though they were chased away by soldiers at first. But the more you chase it, the more you encourage it to be like an innocent child. So they let it go and just didn't go into the holding area of ​​the captives. That opened up the opportunity for the two brothers and so on.

"I probably won't be able to go today or I'll infect those people with the flu."

Mother said while making a sympathetic face to her younger sister who was fussing and wanted to go with her. I walked over and rubbed her head who was making a difficult expression.

"Be a good girl. Stay with your mother. I promise I'll come back soon."

For a moment, I felt like I had heard this sentence from someone. When he turned around, he saw that his mother had a shocked expression on her face. She put her hand on her chest.

Does he have any premonitions? That's why I speak like my father did on that day when he turned and walked away, never to return.

“Mom, let's go first…”

“I made a promise to my mother first that if anything was imminent, I would come out immediately and not go in at all.”

Mother walked over and squeezed my shoulder and stared at my face with pleading eyes. Now I was taller than her. For three years, Dad hasn't been with us. Have I grown this much in three years?

“Yes,” I nodded before hugging my mother once and walking away. Head to the concentration camp.

'Ton Saeng' held the medicine that his mother tied under his shirt before setting him free. The young boy had to act as normal as possible. And when he went in and met the person guarding the entrance, he would say that he was following the children. Everyone went home as usual.

The sun was beginning to shine, staining the sky a bright red, and the acrid smell of corpses piling up in the distance floated in the distance. The boy raised his hand to cover his nose before pulling away as he walked to the front of the same Japanese soldier's camp that everyone was familiar with. His face asked in broken Thai.

“What are you doing here?” the soldier asked me with a smile. But he already knew what he was doing, he just had to do it in a formal manner.

“The adults sent me to follow the children. Let me go home, Hoshi-san.”

He smiled kindly at me before allowing me to enter. I pretended to hurry and ran in to look as deceptive as possible before quickly turning away and heading towards the prisoner's prison.

“Arthur, I brought you some medicine---”

I could barely keep my mouth shut. When I emerged a little, I saw three Japanese soldiers standing around a thin man, one of whom I called his name.

Even though I was told to come back if something happened. But I couldn't accept that 'doctor' who was the only person who could treat and relieve the sickness of the prisoners in the hell camp, so he could only secretly watch from behind the rebels. In case the soldiers leave at any time, I will rush in to help Arthur.

They spoke in a mix of Japanese and English. I couldn't hear a single word, but Arthur's expression was very frightened. After a while I saw those soldiers beating him.

Don't do it, please. I could only speak to myself in my heart, closing my ears to not acknowledge anything even though the truth was right in front of me. I was too afraid to accept it, so I slowly backed away to silently escape.

Sorry Arthur, but I have to go.

“Who are you?”

I turned around, startled by the unclear Thai words that made me realize that I had been captured. Since when did a Japanese soldier stand here? I don't know. Maybe he looked confused from before.

I recall the time I saw a prisoner beheaded immediately by a sword carried by a Japanese soldier.

He suddenly spoke in his own language. Before pulling my arm out of there, I came to the other side of the force and did something I couldn't believe: I signaled to be quiet. Which I followed easily because I was afraid my head would come off my shoulders.

The sounds of physical abuse were silent before the long shadows of three Japanese soldiers could be seen walking away from there, leaving Arthur lying on the ground.

“You can leave,” the Japanese soldier who saved me turned and said before walking me over to Arthur and helping the captive doctor up. At this time, even though I was confused by an action I had never seen before from a Japanese uniformed person, now I had to hurry and treat Arthur's condition.

I walked over to him and sat down next to him, holding Arthur's calloused hand in his.

“Ton Oh…heaven. Glad you came.”

Arthur spoke Thai in a hoarse voice. His face was bruised and covered in blood. The clothes were old, tattered and tattered, revealing a skinny body, only bones left, gasping for breath.

“Ton...this, Sakura-san, is secretly helping us.”

I looked up at that man, and the incredulity made me stare at his face for a long time with hidden kindness. Until Arthur called out

“If it weren't for him, we would all be killed right now.”

“But why were you attacked, Arthur?” I asked impatiently, but Arthur laughed.

“They suspected me of secreting medicine and when they searched for it they couldn't find it, so they weren't happy and beat me to death.”

I looked at Arthur's bulging eyes alternating with Sakura's face. “Do you…have any medicine for his wound?”

Try to speak Thai clearly every word because Japanese people are starting to understand the language of this country after living for three years.

“Mi Ton brought some medicine with me. I will keep it for Arthur.”

Sakura said, holding out her hand for me to look into the person's eyes carefully. But Arthur told me to do as the Japanese soldiers told me.

“Because of this person, the other soldiers couldn't find the medicine. He is a military doctor. If you keep these medicines, no one will be suspicious.”

I nodded before hurriedly handing the small medicine packet to Sakura. Because now it's too late.

"Please, Sakura."

He smiled, a smile that made me feel at ease when I looked at it. Before quickly standing up, saying goodbye to Arthur, he ran back to call the children. playing in the camp

When I got home safely amidst the relief of family members I didn't tell anyone what happened because I was worried. And I kept thinking to myself that I must have been deceived. Sometimes keeping something a secret is better than saying it.

After that day when I met Sakura The two of us always help each other out. Sakura is very skilled at medicinal herbs. And that made me gain a lot of knowledge from him.

As time passes, nothing lasts. The war ran its course and ended later when the land of Thailand was liberated from Japan and was transformed into a winner of the war through the cooperation of the 'free movement'. Sakura and I went our own ways.

I... grew up in a world that was at war and learned a lot about loss. and friendship between two nations under conflict

One day, while I was looking for a textbook on potions in the Pharmacy subject, I accidentally came across a book with flower names. Someone had misplaced it. But that made me familiar. More 'Sakura'

Sakura is a type of flower. When it blooms, it is beautiful and has different colors according to the type. white and pink

I've never seen the actual plant, but I know it must be very beautiful.

Someday we will meet again.

'Sakura' changes my place...