151 Bends on Mt. Osong
One August day in 1998
An enemy post was only a stone’s throw away.
He was about to make his way to the unit, when the officials accompanying him requested him not to do so, saying, “Supreme Commander, the path was washed away in several places by heavy rain. So, delay your plan until it is repaired. Please do as we ask, just this once.”
Turning his eyes away from their entreating faces, he looked up the dizzy mountain path.
Thanking them, he refused their entreaty and got into his car, saying that he could not turn back because his soldiers were at the post and he had to experience the challenges of the rough road to the front line in such bad weather if he was to learn what life was like for them.
His car began moving towards the forward command post at the summit of the mountain. There were 151 bends along the route, and by the roadside there were bushes uprooted and scattered by the strong wind and heavy rain; the path had been swept by a violent muddy stream, leaving only rubble. The car bumped along. One side of the path below was lined with hair-raising cliffs. Bang! A tyre was punctured on a sharp stone. The tyre was changed. As the car passed around several bends, it suddenly tilted sideways towards the cliff. The driver turned the steering-wheel quickly, and the car recovered its balance.
But
When his car arrived at the breast of the summit, they heard the bang of another tyre being punctured. The driver, soaked with sweat, changed the tyre. Now only one spare was left.
The car continued to advance, but suddenly began to skid downwards.
“How are you?” asked
Moved to tears at the sight of