2:35:00
l laugh and cry.
2:35:02
Thank God you are well
and our country is now free.
2:35:06
l celebrated by getting drunk
alone in my tent.
2:35:11
You complain l've forgotten you.
How could that be?
2:35:15
All these years
not a moment has gone by...
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when l haven't thought of you.
2:35:19
We're here
in these strange islands,
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in the mud of a yellow river,
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rotting with our guns in our hands,
day in and day out...
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60,000 commandos,
60,000 men about to die...
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waiting to ship out
for the hell named Okinawa.
2:35:39
Last night l dreamed that
we set off together...
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to find the source
of the river.
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An old man led the way.
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As we walked on,
the river became smaller...
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and broke up into
a thousand small streams...
2:35:53
Suddenly, high above
under the snow-capped peaks...
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the old man showed us
a piece of land with wild grass...
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in a shady and damp place.
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Every blade of grass held
little drops of dew...
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that fell every so often
on the soft earth.
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''This meadow, '' said the old man,
''is the source of the river. ''
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You reached out and touched
the wet grass...
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and when you raised your hand
a few drops rolled down...
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and fell on the earth
like tears...
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My Yorgis!