Nov 01 2016
The Death of the Vietcong
I brought the Vietcong whom I have saved previously to my base. My platoon leader son, Seon Jong took him somewhere to investigate him. Meanwhile I, along with other companions, went on a manhunt mission to a cave. Before long, cracking sounds of an explosive drove us out of the save and we spotted the ruthlessly scattered body parts of the P.O.W. The reek of his blood threw all of us to vomit. Although the Vietcong was in the enemy side, I considered him as a friend because we saved each other’s lives after all. Witnessing the inhumanly killing scene of my beloved P.O.W., I without delay raced to the platoon leader and reproached him for his heartless cruelty.
He total ignored the facts of the captive’s self-surrender and his saving the lives of Yoo, Kun Tae and mine. I also told the leader to keep a good conscience even in a battlefield. He shot me back, saying,
Then, do you want to look after him?
I responded the captive should’ve been send to a prison camp and then, set free later. He yelled at me saying,
You, Jesus believer, may do that, but not me.
Later, the real reason why he killed the captive was uncovered; he didn’t want to be engaged in any possible dangerous operation when the P.O.W. was sent to a regimental headquarters and he revealed some info.
I reprimanded the leader again; pointing out that God would protect his life only when he would value others’. He used to keep in mind what I said because he knew I was different from other soldiers and I thoroughly lead a faithful life in God. He lowered his voice and told me to go eat. I replied I couldn’t because of the stink of the blood. He criticized me saying,
Is this your first time to smell the stench? You’re impossible.
Tears ceaselessly rolled down my cheeks for three days since the death of the captive. We were saved by loving each other, yet he was killed, how couldn’t I be grieving! Murderers can’t get away with punishment.
You reap what you sow
One month later, an unusual thing happened. The leader Son was dispatched to an armored corps all of a sudden. A regimental commander sent him to the perilous front line because he took Son for a merciless and brave man. Son, reduced to skin and bone, returned to my unit 6 months later. He went through various kinds of hellish pains in very dangerous areas. God told us humans receive according to what they’ve done. Yoo, Kun-Tae who passed out in the encounter came to his senses some time later. I told him to believe in God and Jesus because they saved us that day by inspiring the enemy’s heart. He said he would.