He screamed on top of his voice, swinging both of his fists in the air and struggled to wake up from his sleep. She came running to him and her hands grabbed hold of his fists and called out his name. The moment he heard her voice, he calmed down and finally slowly opened his eyes. His clothes was soaked with sweat and his eyes was confused but managed to settle down after he saw her.

“Having the same nightmare again?” she asked. He lowered his head and nodded. He knew he never left the war, even when the war had already ended a year ago. Part of him had being left in the war zone and never came back. He felt that that part of him had died in the war, if it was not her, maybe he would be dead. He looked at her after he had fully calmed down. “Thank you.” He said. She smiled “You know that I am always around.” She left the room to continue with her housework while he went for a shower to get rid of the sweat from his body.

His mind went back to 1942. He remembered how Singapore was being renamed Syonan (Light of the South) after British had surrendered at 15th February 1942. He was one of the few that decided to fight back even then they knew that they might not succuss. He hid in the forested area and with his team, from time to time; they launched small attacks to destroy some of the Japan quarters. Day and night they hid; they were always on high alert and always shifting to avoid detection. Their teams got smaller and smaller as the days went by as many had been killed during their attacks. He remembered the day where he was sent out for a mission, they were going out in a team of 8 to attack a Japanese Post. They knew that it was a suicide mission but they made up their mind to complete the mission to cripple the Japanese forces.

It was a tough fight, they managed to bomb the post, however most of them were either wounded or killed in progress, and they spilt up to escape hoping to make it out alive. He remembered himself wounded with a gunshot, the bullet had penetrated through his upper right arm and he was bleeding non-stop from the injury. He walked and walked in the quiet and dark lanes, hoping to get himself as far away for the incident area as possible. The last thing he could remember was he finally fall onto the floor and left to die. When he opened his eyes, it was already a few da