The Death God

The Death God's visit symbolised the death of my career.

The Death God’s visit symbolised the death of my career.

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I froze with fear as the Death God, in her white hooded robe, slid across the floor towards me. She exhaled over my face; I felt myself floating in the air, looking down at my dying body which greying gradually from my feet to my upper torso. But wait there’s more!

The social-group-monger

I felt powerless to fight against injustice borne by someone who happened to hold power in a social group they created.

I felt powerless to fight against injustice borne by someone who happened to hold power in a social group they created.

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As my children were teenagers, I had more time to banish my lonely migrant symptoms by seeking social interactions with other adults.

I joined a mixed group. I remember that I felt so safe and welcomed with the group leader’s friendly manner. But wait there’s more!

I will live poem

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(Terza-Rima-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

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I wish I could turn back the time so that,
I would then push my Dad to quickly flee.
“Run, Dad, and save your life no matter what!
The Communists won’t spare you, let hear me!
Commander’s duty – you fulfilled at last,
We don’t want you killed – let hear us all plea!
You’re not safe but we are, so let’s run fast!”

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by Nishanth Jois.

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Family, reasons and love

I had to choose between my own safety and my family. I chose my family. (Picture owned by Timothy D. Timothy D at the BOQ (Bachelor Officer Quarter) room of the Fort Monmouth Signals School, New Jersey, USA in 1973.)

I had to choose between my own safety and my family. I chose my family. (Picture owned by Timothy D. Timothy D at the BOQ (Bachelor Officer Quarter) room of the Fort Monmouth Signals School, New Jersey, USA in 1973.)

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30/04/1975, the day I lost my country, my identity as a soldier, and was torn between my own safety and my family.

I was Lieutenant Colonel working at J6 Joint General Staff (Signal Communications) – Headquarters.

I applied for family evacuation, reserved for high-ranking officers through the American Advisory Group. But wait there’s more!