My dad （徐永顺） was born in 1923, he was the first boy of my grand pa.  When he was in the middle high school, my grandpa had a concubine.  My dad was against this second mom so fierecely, my grandpa kicked him out of the house.  Then my dad was helped and accepted by his teacher and friends and learned to be a photographer.  When Japan invaded China in WWII, my dad was drafted as a solider and served as translator for his commander because he knew both Chinese and Japanese.

The Japanese commander jailed the local KMT (nationalist) leader (趙克祯）because he was the most powerful and rich figure at that time.  The family of this local KMT  leader somehow connected to my dad, and asked his help to release this leader.  My dad succeeded in pursuading his commander to set the local KMT leader free.  For gratitude of his release, this KMT leader married his daughter to my dad.  The KMT leader is my grandpa in law and his daughter is my mom.

After WWII ended, my dad came back to Taiwan. Then my mom took both of my oldest brother and sister to join him.  I am the third son of my parents.  I was educated by Chiang's regime and learned to hate Japan when I was in that island.  I thought my dad was weird when he said Japan was good.  I did not defend him when some people said my dad was a traitor. Until the KMT regime snatched one of my sister's classmate when I was sophomore in college,  I started to doubt about the regime and criticize Chiang.

I still remember my dad was so proud of me when I was the number one student of my grade school.  He once took me to the city to shoot peoples' photo for their id and we ate in a restaurant.  But bad memory overshaded good memory. I was very rebellious against my dad because of his drinking and gambling problem.  I did not know his problems had a lot to do with the war he was in until I myself had the same PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) probelm in US.  It was due to the oppression ( my classmates and on campus miltary officer set me up to become a solider, my army commander double punished me than other teammates for taking longer vacation than official allowed) of KMT regime in that island.

When I came here to study my first masters in civil enginnering in 1977. I started to read the prohibitted book of Chiang's regime and the true picture of China and Taiwan history.  I finally realized that Chiang built his spy system all over Taiwan. My classmates were spies for him.  And also understood my dad's behavior when we were together as a family in Taiwan.

In May 2005, I went back to Taiwan for my dad's funeral, I kneeled down in front of his coffin and beg for his forgiveness.  If there is a spiritual world out there my dad will forgive my rebellion which was due to my ignorance and the media controlled by Chiang's regime.