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Stand Alone
by Simon Tay
“Besides silence, the other quality I learnt in my father’s house was fear. Not - as I’ve said - that my father was a tyrant. We didn’t fear him, nor did we fear being hungry or poor. Not even a fear of the dark or of the image of cut-up bodies which stayed with us for some nights after the Colonel’s story. It was a fear of much bigger threats: of the Vietnamese, of Communists still in the Peninsula jungle, of neighbouring nations that we had recently been part of or confronted by. It wasn’t a fear that paralysed us or made us lose hope. Maybe “fear” is not the right word. It was an emotion - call it what you will - that made us take courage, determined to be prepared for an onslaught and to survive any odds. A fet that made us bold.”