When a break was ordered, she ran to an azalea plant with other guerillas at a breath and threw her arms around it.

The azalea swaying in spring wind seemed to emit profuse aroma greeting the woman commander of Mt. Paektu.

She broke off a few lovely branches of azalea laden with morning dew and presented them to the President.

Smelling the aroma of the flower, he said with deep emotion that the more he looked at Korean azalea the more beautiful it appeared.

Stirred to the depths of her being, she buried her face in the blossoms of azalea which had come into bloom in a crack of a rock and said the flower would have died in the snow never to come to life, had it not believed spring would come for sure.

She displayed unexampled bravery in the righteous war to liberate the motherland, thinking always of azalea of the homeland in the grim days of the anti-Japanese armed struggle.