Revelation: my second war(3)
It seems that the more scars a person has, the more he can show his experience and prestige. I looked at my body almost intact, and suddenly felt ashamed of him. War should be fair, only death and survival, but why should war create such disabled unlucky people, so that they can't survive normally and die calmly. I began to hate the meanness of the war.
"Well, even if you have no chance to fight in your life, how can you live in the next days?"
"Of course I thought about it. I want to be a teacher most, but I will scare the children. So I have to engage in creation. I can draw the things in my mind and talk about my works to ignorant people. It's really interesting!"
"Oh, you are strong. God bless you..."
With such gossip, when we flew over the villages in the suburbs, the dilapidated refugee houses spread all over the earth like mushrooms, smelling, the burned villages were smoky, and people were in groups, begging and looting. This is not what we were like when we just set out. At that time, we put on straight military uniforms and shiny armor and drove to the front line in the farewell of the people. People waved colorful flags and dressed brightly. The girls threw flowers at us. The young men under the age of joining the army saluted us with wooden guns, and the old people took off their hats and waved to us. Everything came to naught after the failure of the war and immersed in the sad history.