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坎坷的身世A Rough Start in Life

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2015 年生日感言

1948(民國37年)的今天(農曆11月13日)我出生在蘇州的養育巷,經過短暫的平靜日子次年即面臨戰亂,母親抱著我牽著五歲的大姊與其他眷屬隨著部隊到處遷移,苦不堪言,徐蚌會戰後國軍節節敗退,我們經由廈門登船時已聽到共軍的砲彈落在附近,大夥爭相登船時有人因擁擠而落入海中滅頂,其情景就和影片中完全一樣,首先抵達東山島停留約兩個月,因物質缺乏經常以地瓜果腹,後來將我們這批選擇要到台灣的送上小輪開往澎湖停留一天後再往高雄出發,航行途中若要喝水尚需打條子經長官批可才能領取一杯水,小輪抵達高雄港時因事先連繫不夠駐軍以安全理由不准入港只好在西子灣外海下錨暫停,可當晚颱風來襲致使錨鏈扯斷小輪撞上礁石擱淺船艙進水,五歳的大姊扯著嗓子不斷大喊"救命啊"令全船人印象深刻,後來在許多荷槍士兵監視下我們被一一拉上岸盤查身份,母親還被礁石刮傷小腿流了很多血,當晚大夥全身濕冷地擠在海邊亭子內渡過次日天亮大家到現場進入泡水的船艙打撈行李,母親抱著我在岸邊眼見我們的行李被別人拿走,只能空手而返,後來我們這一船約百戶眷屬被安置在五個地方,我們約50戶分配在鳯山五甲的一座関帝廟中,母子三人在送子觀音神像前舖些稻草就寢,通常「家徒四壁」是形容貧困狀況,可當年我們真可說是一無所有,但是慶幸的是平安抵達了台灣,感謝母親歷經艱辛帶我們來到自由的國土,否則以我們的身份留在大陸肯定是黑五類中最黑的一類永遠抬不起頭。 母親今年已高壽90,本月六日中午所有親人齊聚新店38期李淵學長經營的蘇杭餐廳包廂為她賀壽,正巧大廳同時在召開陸官校校友理監事會議,非常感謝校友會長40期學長胡筑生中將及我在國防部總務局的老局長崔萬靈中將、41期同學會長段國基將軍、鄭大平同學均親赴包廂內対家母獻上祝福。 本月13日大姊與我至母親的基督敎會分送壽桃給每位教友感謝主恩,如今我已當了外公有可愛的外孫及外孫女各一,每週三及週六下午與大妹陪母親打13張麻將,見她反應靈活開懐大笑倍感欣慰,今日下午正好要去陪母親打牌,晚上和她共享美味的麵條。

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2015 年生日感言

1948(民國37年)的今天(農曆11月13日)我出生在蘇州的養育巷,經過短暫的平靜日子次年即面臨戰亂,母親抱著我牽著五歲的大姊與其他眷屬隨著部隊到處遷移,苦不堪言,徐蚌會戰後國軍節節敗退,我們經由廈門登船時已聽到共軍的砲彈落在附近,大夥爭相登船時有人因擁擠而落入海中滅頂,其情景就和影片中完全一樣,首先抵達東山島停留約兩個月,因物質缺乏經常以地瓜果腹,後來將我們這批選擇要到台灣的送上小輪開往澎湖停留一天後再往高雄出發,航行途中若要喝水尚需打條子經長官批可才能領取一杯水,小輪抵達高雄港時因事先連繫不夠駐軍以安全理由不准入港只好在西子灣外海下錨暫停,可當晚颱風來襲致使錨鏈扯斷小輪撞上礁石擱淺船艙進水,五歳的大姊扯著嗓子不斷大喊"救命啊"令全船人印象深刻,後來在許多荷槍士兵監視下我們被一一拉上岸盤查身份,母親還被礁石刮傷小腿流了很多血,當晚大夥全身濕冷地擠在海邊亭子內渡過次日天亮大家到現場進入泡水的船艙打撈行李,母親抱著我在岸邊眼見我們的行李被別人拿走,只能空手而返,後來我們這一船約百戶眷屬被安置在五個地方,我們約50戶分配在鳯山五甲的一座関帝廟中,母子三人在送子觀音神像前舖些稻草就寢,通常「家徒四壁」是形容貧困狀況,可當年我們真可說是一無所有,但是慶幸的是平安抵達了台灣,感謝母親歷經艱辛帶我們來到自由的國土,否則以我們的身份留在大陸肯定是黑五類中最黑的一類永遠抬不起頭。 母親今年已高壽90,本月六日中午所有親人齊聚新店38期李淵學長經營的蘇杭餐廳包廂為她賀壽,正巧大廳同時在召開陸官校校友理監事會議,非常感謝校友會長40期學長胡筑生中將及我在國防部總務局的老局長崔萬靈中將、41期同學會長段國基將軍、鄭大平同學均親赴包廂內対家母獻上祝福。 本月13日大姊與我至母親的基督敎會分送壽桃給每位教友感謝主恩,如今我已當了外公有可愛的外孫及外孫女各一,每週三及週六下午與大妹陪母親打13張麻將,見她反應靈活開懐大笑倍感欣慰,今日下午正好要去陪母親打牌,晚上和她共享美味的麵條。

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Thoughts on My 2015 Birthday

On this day in 1948 (year 37 of the Republic), the thirteenth day of the eleventh lunar month, I was born on Yangyu Lane in Suzhou. After a brief spell of calm, war came the very next year. My mother, carrying me in her arms and leading my five-year-old elder sister by the hand, moved from place to place with the troops and the other dependents, and the hardship was beyond words. After the Huaihai Campaign the Nationalist army retreated again and again. When we boarded a ship at Xiamen we could already hear Communist army shells landing nearby. As everyone scrambled to get aboard, some people were pushed into the sea in the crush and drowned; the scene was exactly like the ones in the films. We first reached Dongshan Island and stayed about two months, and because supplies were scarce we often filled our stomachs with sweet potatoes. Later those of us who had chosen to go to Taiwan were put on a small steamer bound for Penghu, where we stayed one day before setting off for Kaohsiung. During the voyage, anyone who wanted a drink of water had to write a slip and get an officer's approval before receiving a single cup. When the steamer reached Kaohsiung Harbor, the garrison refused it entry for security reasons, since arrangements had not been made in advance, so it had to drop anchor and wait off Sizihwan. But that night a typhoon struck, the anchor chain snapped, and the steamer was driven onto the rocks and ran aground, its hold filling with water. My five-year-old sister kept screaming at the top of her lungs, "Help!", which left a deep impression on everyone on board. Then, under the watch of many armed soldiers, we were pulled ashore one by one and questioned about who we were. My mother's calf was gashed on the rocks and bled a great deal. That night everyone huddled, soaked and cold, in a pavilion by the sea until daybreak, and the next day people went back to the wreck and climbed into the flooded hold to salvage their luggage. My mother, holding me on the shore, watched as our luggage was carried off by others, and we could only leave empty-handed. Afterwards the hundred or so dependent families from our ship were settled in five places. About 50 of us families were assigned to a temple of Guan Di in Wujia, Fengshan, where my mother, my sister and I spread some straw in front of the statue of the child-giving Guanyin and slept there. People usually describe poverty as "nothing but four bare walls" (家徒四壁), but in those days we truly had nothing at all. Still, we were fortunate to have reached Taiwan safely, and I am grateful to my mother for going through such hardship to bring us to a free land. Otherwise, with our background, had we stayed on the mainland we would surely have been the blackest of the "Five Black Categories" [the classes branded as enemies under Communist rule] and never able to hold our heads up. My mother turned 90 this year. At noon on the sixth of this month all our relatives gathered in a private room at the Su-Hang Restaurant in Xindian, run by my senior classmate Li Yuan of class 38, to celebrate her birthday. As it happened, the board of directors and supervisors of the Military Academy alumni association was meeting in the main hall at the same time, and I am very grateful that the association's president, my senior classmate Lieutenant General Hu Zhusheng of class 40, my former director at the Ministry of National Defense General Affairs Bureau, Lieutenant General Cui Wanling, General Duan Guoji, chairman of our class-41 alumni, and my classmate Zheng Daping all came into the private room in person to offer my mother their good wishes. On the thirteenth of this month my elder sister and I went to my mother's Christian church and handed out birthday peach buns to every member of the congregation in thanks for the Lord's grace. I am now a grandfather myself, with a lovely grandson and granddaughter. Every Wednesday and Saturday afternoon my eldest younger sister and I play 13-tile mahjong with our mother, and seeing how quick she still is and how heartily she laughs is a great comfort to me. This very afternoon I am going to play mahjong with her, and this evening we will enjoy a delicious bowl of noodles together.