(Translation of the Prologue of Samar Nyi Nyi’s book “Escape From
the Werewolves”.)
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| Assam Hill aka Execution Hill at Pajau ABSDF-NB HQ. |
But their tormentors were not as they all were in their rain coats or thick ponchos. ABSDF General-Secretary Aung Naing and Chief-of-Staff (CS) Than Gyaung and Vice-Chief-of-Staff (VCS) Myo Win.
Behind the
prisoners was a large hole already dug as the mass grave for them. Armed guards
mostly young men and rural boys holding Chinese M-22 rifles were surrounding
the four prisoners and their military leaders facing the prisoners.
All the guards and Aung
Naing were pissed-drunk from the local moonshine they’d been drinking since the
early morning. But CS Than Gyaung and VCS Myo Win were both sober as those twos
never drink while working. All the guards were visibly excited by the new
experience of witnessing the coming execution.
“VCS
I don’t know nothing about no wireless set,” replied Cho Gyi.
“Cho
Gyi, why do you keep on changing your words? You are the fucking EC and you
should keep your words,” interrupted CS Than Gyaung.
Cho Gyi just softly spoke
back, “CS please, if we could buy it
we’ll buy and give it to you.”
Myo Win bursted out, “What the fuck? Fucking motherfucker! Okay
Htun Aung Kyaw, now’s your turn to explain?”
“If
you guys want to kill us just kill us all. Since we cannot take the pain no
more we’d been telling you craps and many innocent people are already in shit.
Just fucking kill us. Please don’t kill our revolution,” begged Htun Aung Kyaw constantly in pain from the brutal torture he’d been
receiving in their hands.
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| Chairman Htun Aung Kyaw. |
“Okay,
Cho Gyi, what do you have to say? Say it again, motherfucker,”
Myo Win then yelled at Cho Gyi.
“You
guys have decided to kill us, haven’t you? If you guys believe the world will
not know of this injustice, just do it. But I’m warning you, you will reap what
you sow,” replied bitterly Cho Gyi.
“Wow,
that’s right, that’s right, please continue,” laughed Myo Win at
Cho Gyi.
“What’s
happening to us now will repeat again in the future. Than Gyaung, soon will
come your turn. Myo Win will kill you. Maybe you knew that already,”
continued Cho Gyi fearlessly.
“Hah,
motherfucker, stretch your arm out, stretch you fucking right arm out,
motherfucker,” yelled Myo Win but Cho Gyi refused to follow that order.
Immediately the guards and Myo Win jumped on him. Fists and combat-boots and
rifle butts fell on Cho Gyi’s seriously weakened body.
“You want to get
hurt again? Get the hand out front,” yelled Myo Win again and this time Cho
Gyi reluctantly followed.
And once Cho Gyi
slowly raised his right hand out in front Myo Win pulled out the sword from his
belt, raised it high above, and brought the blade down swiftly onto Cho Gyi’s
wrist. The hand was cut off clean from the wrist and fell on the muddy ground.
Myo Win bent down and stuck the tip of the
blood-stained sword into the cut-off hand and picked it out from the ground.
The force of the penetrating sword had caused the fingers of the cut-off hand
to suddenly bend backward as if the hand was still alive.
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| Aung Naing and his prisoners (Nyi Nyi at Second Right). |
“Here, bite it,
your big brother’s hand, don’t let the blood out off your mouth, swallow it
all,” yelled Myo Win at Htun Aung Kyaw.
Everybody was in total silence. The guards were simply
shutting their mouths for Myo Win and Than Gyaung were uncharacteristically
silent. They both might be thinking of what Cho Gyi said to them that Myo Win’s
gonna eventually kill Than Gyaung.
Than Gyaung definitely was still hearing in his ears what
Cho Gyi had said just before his right hand was chopped off by Myo Win. His
face was tense and still not back to normal yet.
Aung Naing broke the silence and asked, “How about Kyaw Wai here?”
Two of the guards Zaw Zaw Win and Than Zaw jumped on
Kyaw Wai who had already lost to Myo Win’s sword his right hand and all the
toes on his left foot on previous occasions of torture. They hit him with their
bare fists and kicked him till he fell on the ground.
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| ABSDF-NB GS Aung Naing (Ronald) today. |
“Stop, please stop, I am telling the truth!”
“Aye, lie to us
and you’ll be sorry.”
“I ain't the
military intelligence and the rest are not too. This is total injustice, and
……” Kyaw Wai didn’t even get to finish his sentence.
As everybody was
staring unbelievably at brave Kyaw Wai emptying his lung out Myo Win stepped forward
and strike at Kyaw Wai’s neck with such a single forceful stroke of his sword
the head was cleanly chopped off and fell on the ground. The decapitated head
rolled down and stuck between the loose piles of soil from the hole in the
ground and stood upright on the neck.
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| Samar Nyi Nyi. |
“Kick the fucking
body down the hole. Don’t fill the hole yet. On 12th the day after
tomorrow we will have more bodies to bury,” yelled out Myo Win.
Aung Naing then ordered the guards, “Take Cho Gyi to the clinic. Ask the nurses
to bandage his hand and stop the bleeding. And give him a glucose injection too.
The rest, just put them back in the stockade. I’ll see all of you again!”
(The author Samar Nyi Nyi took to the jungle after the failed 8-8-88 Uprising and joined the ABSDF-NB then at Pajau KIA HQ Camp on the Chinese border. He and the educated rest - the real university students - were arrested and tortured and some of them eventually murdered by the uneducated low-lives at ABSDF army in 1992. But Samar Nyi Nyi was timely saved by some KIA men and he eventually surrendered back in Burma.)
