Comrades! happy holidays! ! Pray that there will be no war on earth and no warriors in the world!

After thinking about it, I might as well open a single chapter and write something on this day.

My grandfather was a veteran of the Korean War and my father-in-law was a veteran of the Vietnam War. I also served as a soldier for two years because I could not read. Most of the family members who could not go to college had also been in the military camp. So every time I see those books and movies that glorify war, it is really strange. It’s a mixture of emotions.

This is where my doubts about mainstream voices and values ​​actually begin.

When I was a child, school education and social values ​​​​seemed that war was so sacred and soldiers were so glorious. But in fact, my grandfather and father-in-law, who had really been on the battlefield, had attitudes towards war and memories of the battlefield that were different from the mainstream The sound is so different, so out of place.

My grandpa is a little far away from me. When I became an adult, he had already passed away. It was just a memory of my childhood. The person my mother and uncle mentioned about him did not seem to have that kind of memory of those glorious years. Recalling those years, those glorious years!

Even some avoidance.

After retiring from the army, he was assigned to the Wuhan Steel Plant, but later, despite everyone's doubts and pressure, he took his grandmother back to his hometown deep in Longshan, Hunan.

Even now, my grandfather has been away for more than twenty years, and my grandmother also passed away a few years ago, but my uncles still express blame in their daily conversations.

Even my grandfather's sister, who stayed in Wuhan, did not come back to see my grandfather until he passed away.

It wasn’t until later that I learned what war syndrome was.

Regarding that war, my grandfather never mentioned it to anyone, never mentioned it to his children, or even talked about it with anyone. To this day, my mother and uncles have basically zero knowledge of that war.

It wasn’t until later that I met my father-in-law.

My father-in-law never talked about the war with us, not even when he got together with his comrades.

Drink, chat, and talk about who is unable to move due to injury, who is unable to move, or even who has passed away.

Indifferent and calm, but never talk about what happened back then.

Even when I asked out of curiosity, they all avoided answering, as if they couldn't bear to look back on the past.

A few years ago, I didn't understand why this happened, but over the years, I understand them more and more.

war! Never worth remembering!

I suddenly felt something, and I wrote a bit too much. If there is any violation, please edit it and delete it yourself.

Tonight is a gathering of comrades-in-arms, don’t leave the table until you get drunk, and don’t go home until you fall asleep! I hope all veterans will not drink and drive after gatherings!