[Reminiscences]Chapter 17 6. The Boys Who Took Up Arms

6. The Boys Who Took Up Arms 

 One noteworthy effect the advance of the People’s Revolutionary Army to the Mt. Paektu area had on the younger people was their fiery enthusiasm for enlisting in the guerrilla army. Each time the forests\and valleys along the River Amnok echoed to the sound of gunshots, young people flocked to our secret camp in an endless stream hoping to join us.

As the volunteers increased, many interesting events took place.

Once we were visited by a dark-complexioned boy with bushy hair wearing wet trousers. He earnestly pleaded to be allowed to enlist in the guerrilla army, saying that he wanted revenge for his brother’s death. The boy camerom the village of Shangfengdok. He said that his eldest brother, who was teaching at a night school for youths\and children in his village, had been killed by the police, since it had been disclosed that he supplied the guerrillas with food,\and that his second brother had joined my unit just before the battle at Pochonbo was fought. That was why he wished to join the revolutionary army. The name of the boy with bushy hair was Jon Mun Sop.

Joking, I said to him that the young people who came in dry clothes were too numerous to enlist all at one time, so how could a playful fellow like him, who came in wet trousers, expect to be admitted. At this, he explained, saying his mother was to blame for it.

Jon Mun Sop had told his mother that he would leave with the guerrilla army unit, which had stopped over at Shangfengdok village. His mother cut him short, declaring he was too young to be a guerrilla. When her son went off to sleep, she put his trousers into the washtub, thinking that if he had nothing to wear because his only trousers were in the tub, it would be impossible for him to follow the guerrilla army.

He was annoyed by this. His joining the revolutionary army had already won the approval of the Children’s Association.

He had been prepared to run naked to Mt. Paektu if it meant he could become a soldier of the revolutionary army. Early in the morning he took his trousers out of the tub, hastily squeezed out the water\and put them on. Seeing his determination, his mother finally consented to his joining the guerrilla army.

This shows what a fever to volunteer had swept the northern border areas of Korea around the area on the River Amnok\and the vast regions of West Jiandao. As the case of Jon Mun Sop shows, not only young people in the twenties\or thirties were eager to join, but also teenagers.

At first the commanding officers in charge of recruitment would send these boys back home immediately, not even asking my opinion. Until then, none of the men\and officers had ever thought that boys of fourteen\or fifteen could fight, arms in hand.

Even Kim Phyong, who was fond of children, would shake his head whenever these boys came to us.

One summer’s day in 1937, when our unit was bivouacking on the highland of Diyangxi, he came\and asked me for advice, saying that about 20 kids, each shorter than a rifle, were plaguing him with requests to join\and he did not know what to do with them. “I told them to come back when they were a little bigger, but they would not listen to me. In the end they started pressing me to let them see you, General.... They say they won’t leave until they’ve seen you, General. They are as obstinate as mules.”

I went to the boys\and had a chat with them. I told them to sit down on a fallen log, then asked them, in turn, what their names were, how old they were, what their fathers did\and\where they camerom. Each time I asked a question, the kid I was addressing would spring to his feet like a bouncing ball to answer the question. What was common in their behaviour was that they all tried to look as grown-up as possible. They had all lost parents, brothers\or sisters, witnessing horrible scenes of their family members being killed in the enemy’s “punitive” operations,\and this was why they had resolved to take up arms: to avenge their deaths. Having this heart-to-heart talk with them, I felt that in their thinking they could match several wise men.

As the saying goes, children mature early in troubled times. All these boys saw was misfortune\and their life was full of hardship. The children of Korea were all too familiar with the world, though young. Revolution moves\and awakens people with great force\and at great speed. There is profound truth to the words of the sage who likened revolution to a school that teaches the new.

The 20-odd boys who flocked to our bivouac hoping to become guerrillas were all miserable victims in one page of our nation’s history, a page beset by vicissitudes. I was greatly moved by these little boys, who so passionately volunteered to shoulder the heavy duty of social transformation\and take part in an armed struggle that was trying even for adults.

If I remember correctly, Ri Ul Sol\and Kim Ik Hyon, Kim Chol Man\and Jo Myong Son were among the boys I met that day. Though today they hold the positions of Vice-Marshal, General\or Lieutenant General in the Korean People’s Army, at that time they were little cubs who had to stand the test of whether\or not they were capable of holding a rifle.

“What has to be done with these children?” I thought.

I was at a loss as to what I should say to send them back home, these young hawks so ready to go through fire\and water. Life in the revolutionary army was one that even robust young men at times found hard to take, becoming stragglers if they could not keep up the tireless training\and constant self-discipline.

I tried to persuade the boys with the following words:

“I think it highly praiseworthy that you should be so determined to take up arms to avenge the enemy for the murder of your families. This is a manifestation of the love you have for your country. But it is very difficult for us to accept you as soldiers of the revolutionary army, because you are still so young. You have no idea what incredible hardships your brothers\and sisters of the guerrilla army have to undergo. In the height of winter, the revolutionary army has to sleep on a carpet of snow in the mountains. Sometimes they have to march in the rain for days on end. When provisions run out, they have to ease their hunger with grass roots\or tree bark steeped in water,\or with just plain water. This is the life of the revolutionary army. It seems to me you could not stand such a tough life. What do you say you return home now\and wait to grow a bit older before you become a soldier?”

Nevertheless, I was talking to deaf ears. The boys carried on as before, asking to join the guerrilla army\and insisting that they were prepared to go through whatever hardships were necessary, that they would sleep in the snow, fight as the adults did\and so on.

Never before had I felt the need for a military school so keenly. How good it would be if we could afford to train all these eager boys\and harden their bodies at a military school. Previously even the Independence Army had had cadet schools all over Manchuria. But this was before Manchuria was occupied by the Japanese imperialists. Manchuria in the late 1930s was trampled under the jackboots of the large Japanese imperialist armed force.

Therefore, it was impossible for us to run military schools, as the Independence Army had done. I wondered whether something like a training centre could be opened in the secret camp, but that was not feasible. All “barometers” across the world were forecasting that the Japanese scoundrels would unleash another September 18 incident in the territory of China. To cope with this, we were preparing grand mobile operations. Enrolling the teenagers in our armed ranks at such a moment was as good as shouldering an extra pack just before an arduous march.

However, it was impossible to tell them to return home merely because of unfavourable conditions. Frankly speaking, I was attached to every one of these boys.

They had no less class consciousness than the adult folk. On that day they made a particularly deep impression on me when they said they would go hungry, just as their elders did.

In contrast to the so-called patriots—who harped continuously on their love for the country, but only in words—to the renegades of the revolution,\and to the degenerates who lived to no purpose\and talked idly of the ephemeral nature of human life, what noble\and passionate patriots these boys were, refusing to go back home\and stubbornly demanding admittance into the guerrilla army. The fact that they wanted to become guerrillas at such a tender age was an act worthy of a bouquet before a decision was reached as to whether\or not they should be admitted.

I wanted to train these highly combative boys into fighters. It seemed to me that although it was impossible to send them to stand on the first line right now, they might become the reliable reserves within one\or two years if I found the right way to train them. What a wonderful harvest we would have if all of them grew to be combatants equal to our veteran soldiers in the next year\or two.

If the veteran guerrillas made a stout-hearted effort to train them, even if it meant they had to sleep\or eat less, I was convinced the boys would become agile soldiers in a short span of time. I planned to form a company with the boys on the principle that when circumstances permitted we would train them at the secret camp,\and when the unit was out on manoeuvres we would take them with us, teaching\and training them in action. In other words, I intended to form a special company that performed the role of military school\and military\and political cadres’ training course simultaneously, in combination with education through direct action. Determined to enlist the boys in our unit, I told them to write a pledge. If you really want to join the guerrilla army, I said, you must put down your pledge on the paper tonight. Why do you want to take up arms in the revolutionary army? How will you live\and fight after you have become a guerrilla? Jot all this down,\and after reading your pledges, we will make a decision.

My words left Kim Phyong\and most of the other commanding officers feeling uneasy. The many children we had brought with usrom Maanshan were already a burden to us, they said; if these boys were added to them as well, the load would be just too heavy.

The following day I read the written pledgesrom the boys\and found that their resolve was excellent. Some of the children who did not know how to write dictated their pledges to their friends, but I did not mind this. It was not their fault if they were incapable of scribbles because of a lack of schooling. I told them their written pledges were all excellent. At this, they all let out a cheer, dancing with joy.

I called together the officers above the level of company political instructor at Headquarters\and officially announced that as of now we were forming a Children’s Company with Children’s Corps membersrom Maanshan\and those who had come to us in West Jiandao. I appointed O Il Nam as commander,\and a woman guerrilla, Jon Hui, as sergeant-major of the Children’s Company.

Formerly O Il Nam had been the leader of the machine-gun platoon directly under Headquarters. He was a good marksman\and well experienced in the management of the ranks, a man of remarkable endurance\and fighting spirit. Here is an anecdote about the battle on Kouyushuishan that illustrates his strong endurance. He was shot in that battle, but nobody knew it since he showed no sign of being wounded. Later, when the unit reached Diyangxi, the others saw that his tunic was soaked with blood\and made a fuss over his heavy wound. We stripped him of his coat\and found a bullet lodged in the flesh, its tip almost visible. He himself just kept on smiling.

We had no surgeon, so the strong-armed Kang Wi Ryong held his body tight\and I tried to extract it with pincer. It did not go as I intended,\and we were in an awful sweat indeed. The so-called operation was conducted without anaesthetics, but O Il Nam did not make a sound. After picking out the bullet, I smeared the wound with vaseline, which we used as a lubricant for rifles,\and\ordered him to be sent to the rear. But he would not leave, saying: “Why make such a fuss about a trifling wound? The enemy will soon be coming in pursuit, so how can I as a machine-gun platoon leader leave my position?”

I was sure, now that I thought back on this incident, that fighting stamina such as O Il Nam’s would have a good influence on our “kid” soldiers.

Sergeant-major Jon Hui was also unusual in her fighting spirit. She was the same age as the members of the Children’s Company, but mentally she was as mature\and hard as an autumn bean. Kim Chol Ho, who knew her family background well, said that she was such an audacious girl, she had smashed her grandfather’s case of acupuncture needles when she was 10 years old.

Her mother died when she was 10,\and her grandfather had some knowledge of acupuncture, so he cured diseases of the villagers. But he was unable to cure his daughter-in-law,\and little Jon Hui thought her mother had died because grandfather’s box of acupuncture needles had failed to save her. She smashed the box to smithereens with a stone. When grandfather scolded her in fury, she retorted, “What’s the use of your acupuncture needles when they could not even cure Mother of her illness?”\and cried bitterly. At this, her grandfather also burst into tears\and hugged her in his arms.

The following year she lost her brother as well. Her brother was a guerrilla, who was arrested with two comrades while working in the enemy-held area. The enemy killed them on the hill behind Juzijie. The three fighters, covered with blood, their bones brokenrom cruel tortures, died a heroic death, shouting, “Long live the revolution!”

Young Jon Hui saw the terrible scene, together with the village people. Her brother’s heroic death impressed her deeply. The enemy shouted at the people, “Look at them! Those who oppose Japan will die just like them. Will you still make a revolution after this?” The masses were silent. But then a resounding voice rang out, “Long live the revolution!” It was little Jon Hui. The surprised enemy pommelled her to a pulp. When she had recovered, she entered the guerrilla zone. When asked, “Why did you shout ‘Long live the revolution!’ at such a time?” she replied, “I wanted to die like my brother. I wanted to shout, ‘Long live the revolution!’ when I died.”

Underlying her simple words was a daring that saw the revolution as dearer than her own life.

The fearless\and bold character of Jon Hui, who was not afraid of death, would serve as an excellent example to the members of the Children’s Company.

I believed that like O Il Nam, Jon Hui was a person well-qualified to look after the Children’s Company members in a responsible manner.

Even after the official announcement of the formation of the Children’s Company, quite a few commanding officers continued to feel anxious about this step taken by Headquarters. They were apprehensive that these children might become a stumbling block to our activities, that we would be at a disadvantage because of them,\and that these little kids could not face the trials even the grown-ups found it difficult to endure.

I formed the Children’s Company by virtue of my authority as the Commander partly because I wished to gratify the children’s desire as quickly as possible.

First, I was touched by the children’s ardent desire to take part in the revolution\and the burning hatred that drove them to want to avenge the murder of their parents, brothers\and sisters. My meeting with them awakened me to the need for training reserves for the guerrilla army. I came to think that the formation of a special military\organization of children might be an answer to this need.

Looking back on the path traversed by successive\orderlies, such as Jo Wal Nam, Ri Song Rim, Choe Kum San, Kim Thaek Man\and Paek Hak Rim, who joined the guerrilla army at a similar age to the kids in the Children’s Company, I was assured that the children of 14 to 17 were capable of pulling their own weight.

Soon after forming the Children’s Company, I made sure that its members were dressed in military uniform\and presented with weapons, mostly Model 38 carbines. I still get a feeling of satisfaction when I recall the boys in the company, who were beside themselves with joy at the new uniforms\and weapons.

We gave O Il Nam\and Jon Hui the assignment to train the boys in the highlands of Diyangxi for a period, then give them concentrated training at the Fuhoushui Secret Camp in Qidaogou. I handed O Il Nam the teaching programme for a short, intensive course, which I had worked out myself, with a view to cramming elementary knowledge\and knowledge about the basic movements in the life of the guerrilla army into a one\or two months’ training period. After reading the programme, O Il Nam expressed some anxiety about whether the children would be able to digest the whole thing, since the plan was too demanding. He said, however, that he would try it out.

The company set about training the next day in the highlands of Diyangxi. I was having a strenuous time at that period, drawing up plans for coping with the Sino-Japanese War, but I managed to find time quite frequently to guide their training. I demonstrated various moves\and actions\and told them that they should drill the full-step march over\and over again so as to get accustomed to army manoeuvres. I also instructed them to aim for the enemy’s breast during target practice.

After the company had undergone training for about two weeks in Diyangxi, we left for the secret camp in Sobaeksu for a meeting. Before departure, I\ordered O Il Nam to take the children to the secret camp in Fuhoushui so as to continue training there.

When I saw the youngsters lined up in columns, my heart misgave me. The march at that time was arduous indeed,\and it was difficult to be optimistic about the hardships they would have to go through.

The Fuhoushui Secret Camp was a comparatively safe one in the rear, an ideal place for the training centre. There were enough provisions at the camp for the members of the Children’s Company to stay for two\or three months. I had previously given Kim Phyong the task of building a secret camp in Fuhoushui\and keeping grain in reserve there. The Children’s Company greatly enjoyed the benefit of the camp.

While I was commanding the campaign of striking the enemyrom the rear at the Liudaogou Secret Camp near Fuhoushui, the Children’s Company was undergoing intensive training in Fuhoushui. After meetings at Caoshuitan\and Sobaeksu, I paid a visit to the camp\and watched them train; I soon realized that they had developed beyond recognitionrom the kids who had started out at Diyangxi. Their progress was a graphic demonstration that the formation of the Children’s Company had been a correct move.

I felt invigorated by the speed of their development.

One day Jon Hui appeared at Headquarters\and whispered in a worried voice, “General, there is a problem. What shall I do?” She said that the smallest kid in the Children’s Company shed tears every nightrom homesickness.

The mention of tears worried me. The guerrillas, being family men, would understand that the Children’s Company members got homesick. But if one was weeping, pining for home, the matter was serious.

According to Jon Hui, the boy had begun to look gloomy when the unit passed Badaogouhe. She asked him what the matter was,\and he said that he felt sad because his home was falling farther\and farther behind him. When joining the guerrilla army, he had thought the unit would operate in the neighbourhood of his home. But the farther we marched, the sadder he felt.

I told her to be a little severe with him, reminding her of the old saying, “Spare the rod\and spoil the child.” She called him\and reproached him harshly. But her reproof had an adverse effect, for the boy became more recalcitrant\and demanded that he be allowed to return home.

I summoned him to Headquarters\and asked him if he really wanted to return home. Silently, he gazed up at my face.

I told him:

“If you want to go home so badly, you may. But it is a long way, dozens of milesrom here to Shijiudaogou. Do you think you can make it?”

“Yes, I can if I follow the path we used to come here.”

His answer hinted that his demand was not just simple grumbling\and that he had already counted on going back.

I told Jon Hui to fetch the pack containing several emergency rations for the Children’s Company,\and handing it to him, said:

“Go ahead\and return home if you really want to. You will need food on the way. You had better take this with you.”

The boy, who knew that this was the emergency ration for the company, said, saucer-eyed:

“No, I can’t. What will the company eat if I take it away? Being alone, I can manage without it. I’ll be alright if I pick\and eat one\or two ears of maizerom the fields.”

“That’s stealing. I don’t want you to behave like a thief\and that is why I tell you to take this with you. You have eaten the bread of the guerrilla army for sometime, you must know that at least. So take this pack with you.”

“I cannot eat all this alone, leaving my friends to starve.”

The boy was stubborn\and took off the pack I had put on his back.

“If you know that much, then you should know it is a disgrace for you to return home, leaving your comrades fighting\and shedding their blood in the mountains. I believed you were all clever children, but in fact you are not.”

At this, the boy burst into tears.

Actually they were all at the age to be still under the care of their parents. I felt I was witnessing a national tragedy forced upon us by the Japanese imperialists.

Yet what would happen if he returned home? It would lead to wavering among the other members of the Children’s Company.

Reminding the boy of the pledge he had written when he joined the army, I exhorted him:

“There is a saying, ‘A word of honour is as good as a bond.’ But you are just about to kick away your pledge like a pebble on the roadside. What will become of you if you make light of your promise like this? Once you have taken up arms, you must return home only after you have fought to the end\and won final victory. Only then will your parents be happier to see you back.”

The boy swore that he would no longer think of going home. Because of this initial involvement with him, I presume, I felt

particular concern for him afterwards. What I saw as a virtue in him was his love for his comrade. Even if he were famished, he would not touch the emergency ration of the company—wasn’t this the kind of comradeship that could be described as being as pure as snow\and as beautiful as lily?

I consider comradeship to be the touchstone of whether one was a real revolutionary\or not. This is the nucleus, the moral basis of communists, the personality trait that makes them the best people in the world\and distinguishes themrom other people. If one is devoid of comradeship, the structure of one’s life crumbles like an edifice built with no foundation. The man who is strong in comradeship is capable of amending his mistakes. This was what I discoveredrom the boyrom Shijiudaogou.

The whole unit helped\and looked after the Children’s Company as they did their own brothers. Each veteran soldier took care of one boy so that every member of the Children’s Company had a reliable guide\and friend.

The most sincere\and active helper was O Il Nam, who was in charge of the company. He was always careful not to let any of the children fall behind the others in any way. One day I was both amused\and impressed at the sight of him wrapping the foot bindings of Kim Hong Su, the “little bridegroom”, who camerom Shangfengdok. I heard O Il Nam say to Kim Hong Su, “Hong Su, you’re my senior in that you have a wife, but junior when it comes to wrapping your foot bindings. You need not to be ashamed of this but learn humbly. But things will be different when I take a wife. Then you will have to become my teacher, you know.” The “little bridegroom” was carelessly holding on to one of his feet while attentively following the hands of his company commander. O Il Nam looked after Kim Hong Su with great concern, I guess, because he did not want the others to poke fun at him for being a married man.

The women guerrillas, too, showed great affection for\and made efforts on behalf of the kids in the Children’s Company, taking charge of two\or three of them each. The women taught them everything they needed to know about the everyday life of a guerrilla—how to cook rice, make a bonfire, sew\and mend clothing\and cure blisters on the soles of their feet—starting with the best method of arranging things in their packs.

The most active helper next to the company commander was Kim Un Sin. He had been given an assignment by the party\organization to take charge of Ri Ul Sol. Whenever he was free, he would take Ri Ul Sol with him\and give him target practice. In this he was a good example to the veteran guerrillas. Thanks to his guidance, Ri Ul Sol became a crack marksman. Later Kim Un Sin sponsored Ri’s admission into the Communist Party.

While on the march, the veteran guerrillas always led the way. On night marches, one had to follow the person in front closely\and be constantly aware of what was occurring around him, instantly reporting to the leader if he noticed anything abnormal. On resuming the march after a break, they had to make sure not a scrap of paper had been left in the place\where they had stopped.

This was the kind of common sense instilled into them by the veteran soldiers while marching.

I also did all I could for the Children’s Company. On crossing a rapid stream for example, I carried the boys on my back. Once the “little bridegroom” also crossed the river on my back. His fellow soldiers made fun of him, saying what a shame it was for a married man to be hanging on another’s back like a child, but the naive “little bridegroom” did not mind it at all. When marching together with the Children’s Company, I began to point out every minor detail in the same manner: “There is a tree, be careful of it,” “A puddle here, jump over it,” “Be careful, crossing the river,”\and so forth.

The Children’s Company members were always hungry. The meals in the guerrilla army could scarcely be better than those they had at home. When we were movingrom Changbai to Linjiang with them, we often ate watery gruel because that was all there was to eat. On the days they ate gruel they were dying with hunger. The cook always brought my meal separately, but I used to go to the table of the children-soldiers, my gruel bowl in hand, to share my portion with them.

Our sharp-tempered sergeant-major, Jon Hui, visited me one day\and implored me not to share my portion with them. If this continued, she complained, it would spoil the health of the Comrade Commander. I persuaded her as follows:

“Comrade Jon Hui, don’t worry too much. A little hunger will never harm me. But things are different with the boys in the Children’s Company. They are not yet hardened enough, so they find hunger very difficult to endure. At their age they can digest even sand. They are eating gruel all the time, so imagine how hungry they must be! Who else will look after them, in these circumstances if we don’t?”

My greatest concern was given to developing the ideological education of the Children’s Company. Whenever I had time to spare, I was their teacher. I began by teaching the illiterate among them to read\and write. The boys were greatly interested in the biographies of renowned men, so I talked a lot about the lives of famous men. I also lectured on the history of Korea’s downfall. Many of the Children’s Company dreamed of carrying pistols\and hand-grenades with them, as An Jung Gun, Yun Pong Gil\and Ri Pong Chang had done, to kill the emperor of Japan\or the governor-general of Korea. I explained to them that independence was best achieved through nationwide resistance centred on armed struggle, not by individual acts of terrorism. Tireless efforts were needed to infuse these children with our revolutionary line.

On the marchrom Changbai to Linjiang we had dozens of engagements with the enemy, but not once did I let the Children’s Company take part in the action. I had them watchrom afar to see how the veteran soldiers fought the enemy. Once one of them was wounded by a stray bullet. Every time the wound ached, he cried for his dad. Looking at him, I thought that if his parents could see his bullet wound, how bitterly they would grieve. I told O Il Nam to take loving care of his “men”, for they were the treasured successors of the revolution. We pampered them, but we did not dote on them all the time. When they made a mistake we criticized them sharply,\or toughened them by mixing them with the veteran soldiers.

One night, while making my rounds of the encampment, I found the Children’s Company sleeping with their shoes off. This was contrary to discipline. When drafting our rules for bivouacking, we had put down an article forbidding the soldiers to take off their shoes when sleeping. The guerrilla army had to be constantly on its guard against surprise attacks by the enemy, so for anyone to sleep without shoes\or clothes on because he was unable to endure the momentary inconvenience was tantamount to suicide. Our officers\and men therefore always slept with their uniforms\and shoes on\and their rifles in their arms in\order to be ready to leap into action at a time of emergency. They slept with their packs under their head like pillows.

That night I severely criticized Jon Hui.

“With such tenderness you cannot train the children to be fighters. Suppose the enemy were to attack us at this moment, what would happen to the children? They might get their feet injured\or frost-bitten. Their parents gave them into our care, so we must look after them with the same feeling as their parents, brothers\and sisters. Our hearts may ache for them right now, but for the sake of the future we have to train them in a principled manner.”

My criticism made such a strong impression on her that decades later she reminded Jo Myong Son, a deputy chief of the General Staff of the People’s Army, of this experience:

“Do you remember that I was criticized because of your feet?” Jo Myong Son instantly understood his former sergeant-

major’s reference. He replied, overwhelmed with emotion:

“Of course, I do. Comrade Jon Hui, you were criticized because I slept with my shoes off in the encampment.... This was

when I belonged to the Children’s Company, when we were learning the ABCs of the revolution. Tough as they were, I still yearn for those years.”

One does remember all one’s life the hardships\and loving care one experienced in one’s childhood. The memory of this experience still lights our life warmly, like light of an undying fire. More than half a century has passed since then,\and the boys of 14\or 15 at the time are approaching seventy, yet they have not forgotten the comrades who cared for\and loved them like their own blood brothers.

Under the kind assistance\and concern of the veteran guerrillas, our Children’s Company rapidly grew up. They began to clamour for participation in battle, side by side with the veteran guerrillas. It was the battle of Xinfangzi that baptized the Children’s Company.rom this battle on they went through innumerable engagements with the enemy, fighting shoulder to shoulder with the veterans. Many things happened in the course of these battles.

In spite of the hundreds of precautions we had given them, these little guerrillas did unexpected things—things that went beyond the imagination of the grown-ups once a battle had started, things that left us breathless\or made us double over with laughter. The boys, cool\and collected at\ordinary times, were gripped by feverish excitement as soon as the battle started, sometimes doing crazy things in their flurry. One boy was yanked down by the collar by a veteran soldier\and fell on his buttocks: he had started blasting away with his gun while keeping his upper body exposed because he thought it was just too much of a nuisance to take cover.

Another boy had gone without a cap for some time because his brand-new cap had burned up in the campfire.rom then on he concentrated so intently on the thought of a cap, that in an encounter with an enemy soldier his first move was an attempt to grab the man’s cap before shooting him down. Because of this he very nearly lost his life. Another boy, who saw a roe deer while on sentry duty, was seized with an irresistible impulse to shoot it, which resulted in an emergency call for the entire unit.

Throughout the years of arduous war, the Children’s Company members distinguished themselves in many battles. The unusual circumstances of life in the guerrilla army prompted them to display the kind of sharp intelligence\and courage that was rare in\ordinary life.

One day Jon Mun Sop, Ri Tu Ik\and Kim Ik Hyon, out on a liaison mission, came across a small unit of the Manchukuo army. Both sides discovered each other simultaneously. The situation was such that unless they made the first move, they would be surrounded\or captured. At this crucial moment the boy guerrillas fell flat on the ground in the bush\and one of them, feigning a man’s voice, shouted, “First Company to the left, 2nd Company to the right!” They then went on the attack, firing well-aimed shots at them. The enemy took flight without offering a resistance. They returned to the unit after carrying out their liaison mission successfully.

It is worthy of note that they regarded this feat as nothing special when they got back, not even bothering to tell the rest of the unit about it at once. I learned of their commendable act only when I was told of it by their company commander. The Children’s Company members matured beyond recognition in ideology\and will\and in morality as well. They tried to do everything by themselves, endeavouring in every way not to be a burden on the veteran guerrillas.

In the autumn of the year in which the Children’s Company was formed, Kim Ik Hyon got a bad burn on his leg while sleeping beside a campfire. Worse still, he had a sore eye, so he was going through a lot of trouble just then. Because of his poor sight, the veterans walked side by side with him on the march. Kim Ik Hyon was feeling acute pain in his calf all this time, but did not betray the fact because he was reluctant to cause a trouble to me\and the veterans. Sensing his discomfortrom the burn on his leg, I gave him some medicine. Looking at the mark of the burn, I could not help but admire his strong will\and endurance.

During the entire period of the anti-Japanese war the young menrom Children’s Company fought as courageously as the veterans, despite their tender age\and physical shortcomings, making heroic contributions to the armed struggle. The Japanese