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17 Eylül 2016, 16:59
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| Çevrimdışı  IF Ticaret Sayısı: (0) | THE ENEMY COMES THE ENEMY COMES It had all happened so fast. Lee looked quickly through his father’s desk to see if he had forgotten anything. There was so little time, but he would need anything of value, anything they might be able to sell later. Lee went to the garden door. Opening it, he felt the cool air against his face. The candle went out. Somewhere in the night an enemy was moving toward the city. The sound of heavy guns came through the rain. Somewhere in the darkness Mr.Lee was working to burn records that might help the enemy when the city fell. Lee remembered his father’s words just before he had left to join the other men. “You are the man of the house, now. You must take my place.” “I have locked all the doors. If anyone tries to come in while we are gone, he will not have an easy time,” Choo said as she pushed Yung Sin before her. “I will put the keys in the place we know so Father can find them if he should come back here before leaving the city.” He held onto those last words, looking at his watch. Nine-thirty. The army couldn’t cross the bridge with all its equipment before daybreak. It would take him and his family three hours, maybe more, to getto the bridge. There should be time. Lee tried to push faster, but he could only move with the people. He looked back again. Lee could not see their faces in the darkness. He said, “ I don’t think that we can go on. The people are moving so slowly that we may still be on the bridge when the soldiers blow it up.” “But the communists are almost here!” Choo cried. “We will all be killed.” She twisted her hands, trying to make Lee see their danger. Heknew. Many stories had come down from North Korea describing what the Communists did. Near an overturned truck, Lee and his mother and brother pressed together in the cold, watching the people fighting their way on to the bridge. The last of the army trucks pushed through the center. Lighting struck thorugh the rain, hitting the bridge. A shout went up. “Bombs…..Bombs!” The people went wild with fear and began jumping from the bridge. Their white-clothed bodies could be seen for a second, their cries heard, and then the black waters caried them away… CITY UNDER ATTACK As August moved into September, the war took a new turn. News came of the Inchon Landing led by General MacArthur, and stories were told of how the Communists had taken crushing losses in the South. Mr. Ko kept the Lees informed of army movements as they came near Seoul. This was the news that all the city had been waiting for. Women from the houses nearby came to Lee’s house to talk of it. Mrs. Kim, the women taking care of Lee’s mother, stopped to talk to him before joining the others. “ They are coming soon. I can feel it. The fortuneteller told me that the signs said we would be soon free.” “ But it will get much worse before it gets better,” Lee said quietly. “She said that too. She said that much blood would run.” “Mrs. Kim, how is my mother?” “She is doing well. I don’t really understand why. A woman with child needs rest and quiet and good food. Choo gets none of these things. Oh, I know that you do your best, but what can you do in times like these?” Seeing that Lee was worried at her words, she added, “ If your mother wasn’t really strong, then I would worry. But she is made of iron. I have never seen one so strong. She will have the baby. It will be a good one, too. I know. I can tell.” The sound of guns had been growing all day, but now there was a strange quiet. Lee had been reading, but he blew out his candle and went into the garden. He could hear only the sound of the woman singing as she worked in the kitchen. Another explosion shook the house, and this time some of the windows blew in. Glass fell through the room. Lee ran to uncover the shelter door. He went back to the shelter. More bombs fell. Hour after hour passed. They put out the candles to save them, and waited in the dark. Lee went across the alley, stopping to look back at his house. In his mind he could still hear the falling bombs. None of them had hit his house. And none of them would hit tonight. He through that again and again, pushing fear away. Three days later the guns stopped. Throughout the city, people raised their heads to listen. Only a death-like quiet came to their ears. In the shelter at Lee’s house, looking at each other, they were afraid to speak. Lee heard someone coming. He raised the door a little. “ Choo, Choo! Are you there?” It was Mrs. Kim. She pulled the door open and shouted, “ They are coming. The tanks , the army… They are coming. The Americans.” ………………. Less than two days later many American soldiers came into Seoul. Crowds in the streets waved little American and Korean flags and shouted for the big men riding by in trucks and jeeps. Lee watched. His hands were deep in his pockets, his face tired. Yes, it was good that the enemy was gone, that Seoul was free again. But he could not still the pain in his heart at the cost of these last months… his lost father, the empty house, the city destroyed. And the thought of that early morning when he had killed a man. TO REBUILD A LIFE The excitement of the bombing was over. Lee could not leave the house, and most of the day he had to stay in the shelter. Anyone who saw him might talk. That would be dangerous. If the police heard one word, they would not take much thought to put the bombing and his return from the South together and get the right answer. So, day after day, the slow minutes went by. Always he asked Mr. Ko for the latest war news, and always there was nothing new to report. Two weeks later, guns began. This time the attack was short. In a few days the enemy was driven out. The United Nations soldiers came through the streets. But the question still hung in the city: “ Would the enemy come back again?” No person could tell. The guns slowly moved farther and farther north. But the question stayed with the people. Lee was happy to be free, and daily he went into the streets to watch the soldiers go past. Then the streets began to fill with refugees coming back to their homes. Shops began to open. Trains began travel between Seoul and Pusan. Lee wanted to get a job to help support the family. He went to see all his father’s friens, but no one wanted him. As he listened to their reasons, he understood that before one of them would give him a job he would have to pay back the money he had been given for the journey south. This would be easier than before. Because of the war, money was worth less, and there would be more of it. But that still did not give him a job. One day while he was watching the jeeps and trucks going by, he suddenly thought that the best thing to do would be to work for the army. They paid better than any other job he might find, and he would be able to practise his English. But eveeeryone wanted a job with the army. He would have to hurry to find one. Then he rmembered Pahk from the South. Surely he would be somewhere in Seoul either now or soon. He would be able to help. Walking or driving around Seoul, working in the house at nigh, sometimes seeing a moving picture, these were the things that Lee did now. He wanted to go back to school, but his family needed the money he earned. There was no night school. He told Bill this, and Bill understood. There wasn’t much of a future for one who was trained. Lee told more and more of himself and what he had done during the war. He told of the intelligence men that he knew. ……………………………….. And at last he reached the top and slowly stood straight. He brushed the snow from his eyes and walked forward to look into the valley. A great cry came from his throat when he saw Bill’s truck, destroyed, burned, standing below him. He half fell down the hill. Words, Korean and English, formed soundlessly on his lips. He saw a few dead Communist soldiers lying in the snow. Reaching the valley floor, he ran to the truck and forced himself to look at the four bodies inside. He did not see Bill. Another body lay in the snow. No, it was not he. And there was another …… No, that one was too short. Had Bill escaped? Then he saw. A little higher a shape was hanging over a rock. Lee slowly went up to it. He knelt and raised the dead man’s head. Yes. He shut the eyes. Sitting there he held Bill’s head and listened to the guns. He looked up at the far mountains that rose through the falling snow. He could see the sharp-branched trees, dark against the white world. The valley was so very beautiful. The snow had begun to cover him. He drank in the hard beauty of the valley and the mountains. Then he shut his eyes, waiting . . . aLinti..
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