Cap Mandrake
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Joined: 11/15/2002 From: Southern California Status: offline
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Dec..23 I have made no entry for 3 days due to the exigency of the situation. The party voted to push over the mountains to the West to try to reach the Australian 27th Brig in Pahang. The Captian detailed Lt. Collingsworth to take 1/3 of the KVF and the few heavy weapons we have back to Khota Bahru by road along with the infirmed. We had perhaps half a score of civilians who declined to go back to Khota Bahru despite age or physical malady which made their success unlikely. There was much discussion among the party, some which grew quite bitter. After pacing alone for some minutes, then bowing his head in apparent solitary prayer, the Captain returned and decreed that all men wishing to go West must carry a 40 lb kit and all women a 25 lb load. There were to be no children under 14 save those babes in arms whose weight would be supplemental to the burden required of the responsible adult. He then pointed to the first of many hills along the trail, which stood perhaps 150 ft above our position and 1/4 mile distant. Anyone who could not reach that milestone in 5 minutes of travel would be left behind in the care of Lt. Collingsworth. The brutal pragmatism of the scheme silenced all complaints, though there were a few sobs of realization. A crude balance was fashioned and Lt. Collingsorth supervised the weighing in, the Captain shaking everyone's hand as they left the scale. He carried a full pack as well. Edith showed no sign of strain as she accepted her pack with the baby in one arm. As we milled about waiting to push off, members of the Pahang group eyed each other cautiously, watching, as did I, though I am now ashamed to admit it, to be sure that no member surreptitiously unburdened themselves. Very few of us chose to speak with those left behind. It was difficult. As we pushed off, Lt. Collingsworth called for a cheer for our success among his party. Half a dozen joined him in the feeble gesture. Mud and heat made the climb difficult. We had not gone 1/4 of the distance when Mrs. Marks fell to one knee, struggling to breathe. Her husband stopped to help her and they began to silently weep. I averted my gaze as I passed them. Mr. Hong, who must be near 70, seemd to have no difficulty despite his skeletal frame. He was the only surprise, however. Several who fell to the side lacked the dignity of Mrs. Marks. They pleaded in a most pitiable fashion for an exception. This was the most painful part of our exodus to date. It is one thing to watch a man die of malaria, lapsing quietly into coma. It is quite another to hear the cries of the sensate, who, now facing the likely prospect of the end of their time on Earth, rail against their fate. If the Captain heard their cries, he did not show it, though the burden must be heavy indeed. At the top, I glanced back to see Lt. Collingsworth and some of the Khota Bahru party shpeherding our comrades back down the hill. May God help us all.
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