In 1945 the war brought to us by the Japanese was over. But for Pa
and his fellow country folks trouble was far from over. The British
returned to Malaya and found themselves faced with another war, this
time with the Communist Party.
I think it was called a
guerrilla (gorilla) war probably because it was fought mostly in the
jungles or rural places. Pa was then tending to his farm in foothills
of Tanjung Bungah. He'd built the farmhouse facing a ravine with a
stream running deep along the bottom.
Right across the ravine was an old rubber estate which had become a jungle due to the lack of maintenance because of the war.
day, Pa was sitting on his verandah while my eldest brother, then a
year old, was playing outside. He'd noticed a group of soldiers in
jungle green, armed to the teeth, crawling through the bushes up from
the ravine and slowly made their way towards the farmhouse.
was anxious about the baby but he didn't dare to make any sudden
move. He waited until they made it to the clearing in front of the
house. There were more than a dozen gun muzzles pointed at him when he slowly stood up, walked out to the yard and picked up the baby. It was only
then that they lowered their guns.
They checked out
Pa's identification papers. Then they relaxed and soon were playing
with the kid and taking their lunch and some even had a little siesta
right there on the verandah.
Later in the afternoon, they hitched up their battle gear and disappeared into the jungle.
time later another group of armed jungle green men with red stars on
their caps appeared in the clearing in front of the farmhouse. They
only wanted to know where the other group went.