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(362) Souls of the Chinese and Americans died in the battlefield of North Korea did not rest
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(362) Souls of the Chinese and Americans died in the battlefield of North Korea did not rest

On February 19, 2012, soulforce medicine show was conducted for a lady from Chongqing who had headache and sleeplessness for more than ten years, and it was shown that the souls of the Chinese and Americans died in the battlefield of North Korea did not rest.

At the very beginning of the soulforce medicine show, the tutor Kuwei Zhongzheng representative was watching with binoculars, and Wen Shuren representative was also watching with binoculars from afar. They were watching each other with binoculars, and it was the Korean War.

    Record of a representative in the soulforce medicine show: I was on the opposite bank of the ocean. I lied on the sofa, read magazines in the sunshine. My life was easy and superior, and I did not know the sufferings in the human world. I often read news of the battlefield in North Korea from the media and TV. At that time, I was very young, and was full of passion of life and noble ideals. I voluntarily followed an American non-governmental organization to North Korea, and became a medic of the U.S. army. I should have stayed at the rear services, but as I was audacious and curious, I went to the frontline in the dress of Korean woman. Unluckily I was wounded and captured, and the Chinese soldiers brought me into the bomb shelter. The Chinese soldiers were hostile to me and did not talk to me. What I could hear in the bomb shelter were the sound of guns and cannons. People in the bomb shelter were fewer and fewer, and those who went out did not come back again. The one who captured me was a small chieftain, who seemed to have no hostility to me, and I was not afraid of him at all. As our languages were different, I seldom speak. In the daytime, I stayed in the bomb shelter, and we leaned close to each other to get heated. At night, I dragged my wounded leg and searched for living persons in the battlefield. The battlefield at night was silent, the corpses were in a mess, and the blood was already solidified. I could often pick out several living persons, but they said they were dead and did not want me to take care of them. However, no matter how hard it was to live, no matter they were Chinese, Korean or Americans, as long as they were still alive, I would save them. I brought the living persons into the bomb shelter and buried the dead. The Chinese soldiers I saved hated me as I was an American, and they cursed me to die. I did not care about it at all, and I felt very much enriched. When the daytime came, I came back to the bomb shelter and leaned close to the Chinese soldier who captured me to get heated and comforted. At that time, I felt I was still alive and was a person, and I temporarily forgot the horror in the battlefield and cruelty of survival. I had no time to think of others, and it was ok as we were still alive. Because of language barrier, we did not have communication in language. We lived in the darkness day and night. In the daytime, in the dark bomb shelter, I slept with bitter sweetness and with my mind at rest beside him. When night came, I lifted my blood colored long skirt and walked on the battlefield searching for living persons and burying dead persons like a ghost. Curse of the Chinese soldier echoed in my ears, and I believed I was a ghost, already dead. However, when the daytime came and I was in his arms, I firmly believed that I was alive and we would get through the war. I did not know how many days had passed, I could not see any living persons, and the dead persons on the battlefield had all been buried. We had more time to lie in the bomb shelter, facing each other in silence, and enduring the heart-scratching hunger, thirst and cold. Finally, one day, the Chinese soldier could not stand the hunger and thirst and went out in search for food and did not come back. At night, I searched for him along the route that he possibly took and found him not far beyond the 38th Parallel. However, he could not wake again, and my lover finally left the bitter world! I looked at him in a daze and did not have a drop of tear. I took off my clothes and put it on him. I covered him with anything that I could find to resist cold and buried him. I hoped that he was warm after death, and he could not feel cold after that. I still lifted my red long skirt and came back to the bomb shelter. I lied on the ground and did not want to stand up again. I was thirsty and wanted to drink water. I was wondering why my Chinese soldier did not come back. I was cold and I wanted to drink water. Why was he not back? Why? ...Finally I died too, died with deep sadness and worry...After I died, I still slept in the dark bomb shelter in the daytime and wandered on the battlefield at dark night in my red long skirt. I wandered on the grave of the Chinese soldier, and spoke to him: Come back, come back quickly...But he could not hear me. He left here, with boredom to the previous life. He would rather forget all his memories, and was reincarnated in another body. I wanted to be a person together with him, with the same language, so that I could talk with him, communicate with him, and talk about the unforgettable experience. However, I failed to be a person, and my Chinese soldier became a gentle and pretty girl, no longer that big and tall man with mustache. He could not remember me and his battle companions. I cried sadly beside his ear and sang: Come back, come back...Recalling the past, I cannot forget the sweet sadness...How I hope you still remember the past, and how I hope you can bury me with your hands. Don’t leave me alone in the dark bomb shelter on the wilderness. In the many years, I have been waiting for your return in the bomb shelter...In the soulforce medicine show field, the Chinese soldier finally came back to the bomb shelter on the battlefield of North Korea where we stayed together and found his previous memory. I had mixed feelings, and I heard him telling me: You can sleep here eternally, and you have already slept here eternally. Now I am burying you with my hands...We both cried. I had waited for too long a time for this sentence, and my will was fulfilled. The war was already ended, and I would go back. I said I would go back, but I was loath to leave. Then the Chinese soldier went back to his hometown in Shandong, and I left the bomb shelter immediately. I left the battlefield with badly mutilated fleshes and the memory of bitterness and sweet sadness. The horrifying war finally ended, and I finally parted from the Chinese soldier I loved. However, my bones remained on the land permanently, on the wilderness together with the many soldiers who was not buried in the war. I came back to my home in the U.S.. Everything remained unchanged, I lied on the sofa lazily in the sunshine, reading magazines. I looked at the woman reincarnated from the Chinese soldier whom I loved, beautiful and free from vulgarity, and having the look similar as mine in the past. I smiled to her. The war seemed to not have occurred, and the things happening on the battlefield are just a dream. I held the magazine and fell in sleep again on the sofa.

For the details, see case 362 of soulforce medicine show.

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