Friday, May 20, 2005
My Greatuncle.
This story is my grandfather's younger brother's experience. When he was a youth, he had the strength of a horse. He could pick up a 360-pound (you don't need the s here becausethe noun is being used as an adjective)rice bag at once and was so smart. When he was in his 20s, he was commandeered by Japanese military in Korea during World War 2. He was moved to north China and conducted war. However, he didn't understand why he was being attacked and thought it wasn't to anybody's advantage even though he survived during the war. He was anxious because this war broke out from Japanese ambition, and sometimes he had to kill other Koreans who were aganist the Japanese army. Then he felt guilty and decided to escape, so he killed two Japanese guards in one breath at midnight one winter in the 1930s, and he ran away. After that, he just headed south to beg meals and work anywhere for(use a or his to modify) living. One year later, my grandpa picked him up when he lived (preposition) Pyungyang, the capital city of North-Korea now, because he didn't have enough money to buy a train ticket, and he came back home. After I heard this story from my father, I didn't like Japan.
second draft
This story is my grandfather's younger brother's experience. When he was a youth, he had the strength of a horse. He could pick up a 360-pound rice bag at once and was so smart. When he was in his 20s, he was commandeered by Japanese military in Korea during World War 2. He was moved to north China and conducted war. However, he didn't understand why he was being attacked and thought it wasn't to anybody's advantage even though he survived during the war. He was anxious because this war broke out from Japanese ambition, and sometimes he had to kill other Koreans who were against the Japanese army. Then he felt guilty and decided to escape, so he killed two Japanese guards in one breath at midnight one winter in the 1930s, and he ran away. After that, he just headed south to beg meals and work anywhere for his living. One year later, my grandpa picked him up when he lived in Pyungyang, the capital city of North-Korea now, because he didn't have enough money to buy a train ticket, and he came back home. After I heard this story from my father, I didn't like Japan. (good)
second draft
This story is my grandfather's younger brother's experience. When he was a youth, he had the strength of a horse. He could pick up a 360-pound rice bag at once and was so smart. When he was in his 20s, he was commandeered by Japanese military in Korea during World War 2. He was moved to north China and conducted war. However, he didn't understand why he was being attacked and thought it wasn't to anybody's advantage even though he survived during the war. He was anxious because this war broke out from Japanese ambition, and sometimes he had to kill other Koreans who were against the Japanese army. Then he felt guilty and decided to escape, so he killed two Japanese guards in one breath at midnight one winter in the 1930s, and he ran away. After that, he just headed south to beg meals and work anywhere for his living. One year later, my grandpa picked him up when he lived in Pyungyang, the capital city of North-Korea now, because he didn't have enough money to buy a train ticket, and he came back home. After I heard this story from my father, I didn't like Japan. (good)
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