
By Kanji Usui
Several years ago, when I was working in a Southeast Asian country, I took a vacation to visit my local colleague's family home.
It was a quite remote village, but it turned out to be a place where the Japanese military had been stationed during World War II.
The Japanese soldiers all perished in combat with the Allied forces, but the village has a large tree planted in their memory, and to this day, the villagers continue to honor their spirits annually at the village festival.
What struck me most was that despite the village itself being caught in the fighting and reduced to ashes, the villagers have continued this memorial practice across generations. I couldn't help but feel deep respect for their approach of inheriting the past not through hatred or resentment, but through prayer and remembrance.
I hope that someday I'll be able to repay this kindness in some form.
