Chapter 21: The Last Straw
Liang buried his face with both of his hands as the moonlight broke through the vegetation above him to shine on his body. It was one out of the thousands of nights that he had spent in the jungle.
As he reflected his life, he felt nothing but a mixture of disappointment and uncertainty for the bleak future.
He was thirty two already. Time had flown so fast.
He was nineteen when he joined the MPAJA in 1944 to fight against the Japanese.
When he had first learned about communism, he saw it as the path to equality and justice for the poor workers, and decided to join the MCP to fight for Malaya’s independence from the British power.
Thirteen years of his life had been dedicated to fighting for freedom, where he had lived, day to day, a life of constant danger and hardships.
Yet, despite all of the time, blood and sweat that he had dedicated to the cause, it felt as if he had received nothing and achieved nothing in return. So many of his comrades whom he had once known and saw as friends had either been captured or killed during their operations.
Well, perhaps the MPAJA had been successful in chasing the Japanese away. However, the MCP fight against the British…
