we still remembered our grandparents world war ii stories . They called it “Japan Lan “, (war of Japan ) .
Indeed the battle at Imphal (my birthplace, India ) was one of the fiercest battle between the Allied and the axis . And it was the largest defeat to that date in Japanese history .
“The Battle of Imphal took place in the region around the city of Imphal, the capital of the state of Manipur in northeast India from March until July 1944. Japanese armies attempted to destroy the Allied forces at Imphal and invade India, but were driven back into Burma with heavy losses. Together with the simultaneous Battle of Kohima on the road by which the encircled Allied forces at Imphal were relieved, the battle was the turning point of the Burma Campaign, part of the South-East Asian Theatre of the Second World War. ” (wiki)
What I want you to ponder is the aftermath of this battle . So many lives ended and for what reason .? The Dalai lama was so true when he said that ,man started trouble and not woman. It all started to fulfill the desire of some psychomaniacs . Let me give you some statistics of the aftermath from wiki ,( hope you are not bored ) .
Date January 1942 – July 1945
Location British Burma
Result Decisive Allied victory
British Hong Kong
State of Burma
Commanders and leaders
Aung San (1944–1945)
Aung San (1942–1944)
Subhas C. Bose
250,000 (1944)[iii] 12,000[iv]
Casualties and losses
~117,391 including sick
50,000 casualties during the Japanese conquest of Burma in 1942
31,443 dead by all causes (1943–1945)
35,948 wounded (1943–1945)
~86,600 excluding sick
28,878 killed and missing
~12,700 died of disease
3,253 total casualties[v]
Total Allied: ~207,244
144,000 – 164,500 total dead including disease
40,000 killed in action
~5,000 or more
2,615 dead or missing
Total Axis: ~210,000 .
The reminiscense of the battle can largely be seen at Imphal , not so far away from my residence in the form of a war cemetery and some relics at Moirang and Nambol .
The silent cemetery , rows and columns of graves with heartbreaking epitaphs will remind you/us the ugly sides of war .
” At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember him.”
He was only 21 when he died .
Another one ,
” Wait for me dear at the golden gate I shall be coming at even sun ”
He was 32 .
Such epitaphs crammed the cemetery . Some known and some unknown .
Sometimes I wonder, do their loved ones know that they were buried here ?
Some do some don’t .
But the pain is still there …
“THEIR NAME LIVETH FOR EVERMORE”.
Well , I wrote this for the soldiers who were “unknown” .
why such departures
did anyone tell them
war cemetery .
(photos are from Google . They may be subject to copyright )