The blood of the Vietnam War

preface

A map, a compass, a location.

Alone, with a hoe, I started digging down.

It's not a drill, it's not a treasure hunt, maybe no one believes me, I'm digging up a skeleton, a skeleton that's been dead for more than 20 years......

Maybe you will say that I am funny, and I went all the way to Vietnam, where birds do not lay eggs, to dig up a skeleton!

That's right, if I had told me this a few days ago, I wouldn't have believed I would have done such a thing. Isn't it fun to drive a car with a few MMs around to "hi"? Is it unpleasant to be drunk with a bunch of brothers? Why did Lao Tzu come to this ravine and ravine to suffer this?

Hi! Thinking of this, I let out a long sigh: If it weren't for the old man, I would have been merry in bed with the flight attendant I just got in here.

But it seems that there is no way to do it, who let the old man have an inheritance in his hands? Who asked the old man to say that if he didn't bring the bones of his comrades-in-arms back to China...... Even if he donates all his inheritance, he won't give it to me? In order to live happily in the future, I will work hard for a few days! It's really not easy to make money......

The old man was my father, but I really didn't want to call him "Daddy", and I even wondered if I picked it up on the side of the road...... You said that there is a father who would rather donate his property than give it to his son, and he is ready to do it, not to mention that these properties were given to him by his deceased grandfather, what right does he have to do so! And what has he done for me?

According to my mother, the old man was not by my side the moment I was born, and I was just in time to fight Vietnam! At that time, the old man was a company commander and made a lot of contributions. Later, in a battle, he rushed forward with his soldiers, and a shell exploded in front of him, blowing his whole face to shreds, blinding his eyes, and his lips were cut in half by shrapnel, revealing half of Bai Sensen's teeth...... It definitely works to scare children, one scares and one crys. As for me, maybe I've been facing that face since I was sensible, and I'm used to looking at it, so much so that I can watch that Resident Evil later...... My classmates were all scared by the zombie and screamed, but I felt very kind!

It is said that even if he was injured like that, he could tear off the eyeballs hanging on his face and rush forward...... And it's not dead, and it's still alive to this day! I really don't know if it's his luck or my misfortune, because of this, he has never looked at me "with the right eyes" once, and he has never given me a "good face", and he knows what kind of comrades-in-arms he is talking about in my ears all day long, fighting, hero...... What's the matter with me? And now they want to deprive me of the right to inherit my property!

There was a tingling pain in the palm of the hand, and it turned out to be a bloody hoe!

I couldn't help cursing: The old man didn't find a good place to dig for his comrades-in-arms' bones, and he wanted to bury them near this stone mountain...... But then again, if you don't bury it near the stone mountain, you may be able to let the rain wash away one day. From this point of view, the old man wanted to get along with me decades ago!

I took a piece of gauze from my backpack and bandaged it, drank a sip of water and rested for nearly half an hour, and finally reluctantly waved the hoe again after some ideological struggle. Don't want to leave this place or get your property until you're done, right?

"Tight", the sound is a little different, and the hoe in his hand seems to touch a piece of softness. I couldn't help but rejoice in my heart, this should be the coffin made of cannonball boxes that the old man said.

When I peeled off the gravel and sand, I saw that there were really a few pieces of black wood, and it seemed that there were more than these ones.

Seeing hope led to motivation, this time I kept swinging my hoe as if I had been injected with a hormone, and soon a simple coffin a few feet square was placed in front of me.

Anyway, it's the first time I've grown up to face a coffin alone, and I'm asked to open the coffin and take out the bones inside, which makes me feel a little creepy at the thought of it.

As if to match the atmosphere, the sunny day suddenly became gloomy, followed by thunder and lightning, and then a torrential rain.

drip! Even God is against me!

I really didn't want to know what the property was, so I had to pry open the coffin and reach into the coffin, which was already filled with rain and mud.

I couldn't help but be stunned when I fished and fished, there was nothing but a rifle and two grenades in the thick and smelly mud!

Could it be...... drip! The old man is clearly framing me, he already knows that there are no bones here, and he doesn't want to give me property at all!

I stood up suddenly, and made up my mind that I must ask the old man for an explanation when I went back, who would have thought that at this moment a thunderclap sounded overhead, and I slipped and fell into the muddy water of the coffin......