Lantern We were in town to purchase ammunitions and father said that Pocky Leng is going to pay back double for his actions, but father did not expect that these ammunitions would be used against the Japanese. We entered a tiny courtyard, where a small red paper lantern hung from the eave of the house. A woman stood in the doorway, her face so heavily powdered you couldn't tell her age. I will always remember how she flirted around and trying to seduce my father, hailing my father as dear elder brother with unusual affected sweetness. She is the lady whom we purchased the ammunitions from. "Don't do that," my father complained. "Not in front of my son. I can't waste time with you today!" She was very like one of the female dog, Pinky that belonged to one of my neighbor. Pinky was often seen trying to attract the attentions of the opposite sex especially the dogs my mother reared, often flaunting around and she was known to give birth to puppies of diverse appearances. This woman we were dealing with is like Pinky. She is no economy lantern. That familiar story my father had recounted several times and he often drifts to the battles he had with the dogs with my mum. The enduring enthusiasm that my father exhibits as always when he recounts the victorious battle of his. After liaising with her for some time, she finally agreed to the deal. She took down the lantern and walked into the house. "I have tried to rewrite the story from the perspectives of Douguan and hopefully through his filter we will be able to understand the situations in his time and to speculate how he thinks." This is my postings for the lesson today.