My good friend and comrade in arms Damar Bahadur Rai
at Kengingau Airstrip, Interior Division, Sabah.
Built by POW's in WWII
I remember those heady days When we both thought This might be the real thing. Exploring likes and experiences Enjoying the shared discoveries And common ground. Remember the Gurkhas? How fond I was of them? How proud I was Of my service with them?
What fun we had drinking Rice wine in Longhouses With the Headhunter's trophies Smiling above our heads. How delighted I was When I heard you say, "Mum used to date Gurkha Officers." Still delighted, I asked, "What, Nepalese Gurkha Officers?" The horror in your voice Was echoed, chill, in my heart! "No... No..." you shrieked, "No... No... White Men... White Men... They were White Officers!" In such glimpses through The curtain to your soul Heartbreak is born! Things were never the same! And there is no going back!