The P.O.W. who became my spiritual friend
After saving the life of a Prisoner of War (P.O.W) at the expense of mine, I brought him back to our base camp. However, the Vietcong was eventually killed by my platoon leader. I was completely heartbroken and devastated! How can someone take away the life of someone else’s life so easily, a precious gift given by God?
As I prayed for the late P.O.W., I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. If I had been there with him, he wouldn’t have been killed. I regretted entering the cave to catch the other Vietcong, because I ended up leaving him alone. I cried and cried overnight.
He was a Catholic. I felt a deep affection for him because we owed the lives of each other, and we were both Christians after all. I’d grieved over my beloved brother’s death for weeks. He was always in my prayer and he became my spiritual friend. In 20 years since the military discharge. I tried to find my war buddy. Yoo, Kun Tae. I’d searched for him all over South Korea for four years, but he was nowhere to be found.
His irresistible love for alcohol, tobacco and women finally took him to another world. Also, I looked for the then-platoon leader, Son. I found out that he was promoted to the rank of lieutenant colonel. One winter day, he and his family – his wife, a son and a daughter – died in sleep from briquette gas poisoning. He was only in his 40’s, the prime of his life. Not loving brothers and ruthless killing of enemies brought calamity upon him and his family. I wrote this testimony of how God worked in this episode because neither the dead nor those unseen can testify His works.
Remember only love can save our body and soul/spirit.