3 5$ ړ h @ tu4 n: 0 +" { + Q V0@_ l F , I'm back! Dressed in a neat military uniform, with an Iron Cross on his chest and a warm smile on his face, a man stood at the door of his house and said to a couple.

"Kid!" The couple has the same smile on their faces, they are a family, and they are inseparable blood.

The so-called blood is thicker than water, not the bloodline of the ancestors mentioned in those things, nor the inheritance of the exercises, but the love and care that dissolves in the soul.

There is no one who does not want their descendants to live happily in this world, they may not be able to leave behind amazing wealth, may not be able to leave a huge inheritance, and may not be able to leave glory and prestige.

But there is one thing they can leave from generation to generation, and that is endless love for future generations!

Because of love, the father will not abandon his son because of his defects, and the son will not abandon his father because of his insignificance and humility.

Those who are ruthless and willing to let go of this bond have disappeared in the evolutionary history of mankind, disappearing like dust.

And those families who remember this love and reserve will continue to this day, and to the future.

"Come in! Come on in! The father made a way and reached out to take the heavy bag that the child was carrying.

With a smile still on his face, the boy rejected his father's kindness, and went into the house with the bag that did not look new, bypassing his father's palm.

A year of military career has taught this young man a lot of things. Maturity and independence became something written in his bones.

In the army, everyone is a comrade-in-arms, they trust each other and take care of each other, but no one will help you fold the quilt, no one will help you tie your shoes.

You can give each other your back and trust each other completely. But they don't take care of each other like their parents, which is an iron law in the army.

On the war-torn front, every soldier who survived was able to take good care of himself, eating unheated food, sleeping in cold trenches and bomb craters, and not feeling the warmth of home at all.

Now, it is a gift from God that he can come back alive. And how many excellent soldiers have fallen in a foreign land and cannot return to their homeland?

War is brutal and no one likes war. War is like a monster that, once released from its cage, consumes human life to nourish and strengthen itself.

"Would you like something to drink? Child? The father followed his son into the house and asked.

A few days ago they were talking about when their children would be able to come home.

Yesterday, they were informed that their children had boarded the train and would be home soon.

This is something to celebrate for a family. It is a blessing for one's own children to be able to return home from the battlefield alive.

"Thanks, water will do." The child pulled out a chair and placed his bag on the ground next to the chair.

Originally, he should have left his bags at the door or other positions, but his battlefield career made him a habit of never leaving his belongings.

How many times did a shell fall, and he, who was still a recruit, began to scramble to find his weapon and other things? Later, he held everything in his arms and would not let go easily.

For example, the Mauser 98K rifle as a weapon, for example, the food in the backpack, and those precious ammunition.

Even now, he's back home, even if there's no more important stuff in his bag.

But he still maintains this habit, and he may not be able to change it for a while. The war is not over, although he is far from it.

"Mr. Murakov next door sent this, he is such a good person." Mom took the bread and some butter and said happily.

For a mother, the fact that her child can return to her home from outside is already a gift from God, and there is no need to ask too much.

It had nothing to do with the Führer's victory in the war, or the extent of Germany's territory.

She cares about the safety of her son, and she cares about whether her husband can eat the best food and enjoy the best life.

The new German named Mulakov, who moved in next door, heard that he used to be a Jew, but he seemed to be a good person, a Catholic and a regular church, and he was very friendly.

No, knowing that his child had come home, this Mulakov also asked his wife to bring a loaf of bread and some good butter.

It's just that at the door of this former Jewish house, there are always two SS soldiers with guns on their backs, which look terrifying, so their family never dares to take the initiative to contact them.

However, they had met Mulakov's wife a few days earlier, and they had a long conversation, and the SS soldiers who followed her did not interfere with their conversation.

This reassured them a lot, and they befriended the Murakov family. During the chaotic war years, it's always good to make more friends.

In their opinion, the Mulakov family, who had guards guarding the door, obviously belonged to the kind of family that deserved to be befriended.

They were happy, at least their lives were much better than before. There are endless potatoes at home, and brown bread is cheap.

There is even a new radio in the house, alternating current lights, and milk on the table. The Führer's economic stimulus plan has been truly reflected in the homes of ordinary people.

"How's the front line? When will this damn war end? The man pulled out another chair and sat down, looked at his son who had changed a lot curiously, and asked.

Fiddling with the brand-new radio with his right hand, the son who had returned from the battlefield replied without replying: "The Führer has made a speech, and as long as the Russians give in, the war will soon be over." ”

For wives and mothers who want their families to return, this answer is tantamount to saying nothing.

When the Russians will succumb, even the most optimistic analysts in the High Command may not have too accurate inferences.

Maybe this year the war will end, maybe next year, maybe three more years or more, no one knows.

"At least, I'm back, aren't I?" The smile on the young man's face stiffened, and he pointed to his bag with his left hand, or rather the arm that had only his wrist left: "My war is over, and there are good things I brought back with me." ”