I heard this story from my mother. It was
before she had Alzheimer’s disease. One day she went Komaki City, which is
located near our hometown. She took a taxi.
Then the taxi driver said to her, “Excuse
me, but aren’t you the daughter of Vice Principal Kawai?”
He was right. My grandfather worked as a
vice principal at a high school in Komaki. It was a few decades ago. Why could
he remember my grandfather?
During World War II, the driver was a high
school student in Komaki. He thought about taking part in the kamikaze special
attack, which was a Japanese suicide mission. A pilot brought tons of gunpowder
in a plane and threw himself toward an enemy. It is ridiculous, but some
Japanese pilots believed they were heroes at that time.
The driver talked about his idea to Vice
Principal Kawai. My grandfather couldn’t say anything because he had his
position. He couldn’t say anything against the government. So he denied the
student’s idea with his eyes.
As a result, the student refused to take
part in the mission. He became a taxi driver after the war. I believe that
taking passengers by taxi and living is better than taking gunpowder and death.
Vice Principal Kawai died during the war
because of an illness. So I have never met him.
Still, I am proud of you, Grandpa!
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