Captain Thatch's finger pointed at Levi, very excited, and the cloudy hole seemed to show a light that had never been seen before.

He propped himself up, trying to get out of bed, his shriveled lips squirming for something.

"You...... You...... You...... Who ......" an old voice spat out of his mouth, as if it were a machine that had lost its lubricating oil.

His tone gradually changed from agitated and excited, to shocked, incredulous, and then to bewildered......

"Who are you...... I should know you...... I forgot...... Why did I forget......" Captain Thatch clasped his head in his hands, his age-spotted hands skinny and bruised.

Sister Fran hurriedly went up to support Captain Thatch, and then gave the seventy-year-old man a good breath.

Levi looked at him and was silent. It was difficult for him to connect the dying old man in front of him with the ace of the air Captain Thatch.

Captain Thatch opened his eyes and looked at Levi: "I forgot...... I forgot something important...... What the hell did I forget......"

His withered hand reached into the lining of his garment and pulled out a crumpled and even faded photograph.

The photograph has been blurred, and all the looks on it have faded over time, leaving only the "Yorktown" written on the back......

"I'm sorry, maybe I'm really not fit to be here, I'll leave for a while." Levi pushed open the door and left the cabin.

And after Levi left, Captain Thatch quickly calmed down. The radio was still blaring, and he sat on his bed, as if he had fallen asleep again.

Sister Fran reassured Captain Thatch for a while before leaving, having something to make clear to Levi.

When Mother Fran left, Captain Thatch tilted his head slightly and looked at the door.

"Lieutenant......" he muttered, spitting out syllables.

"Mr. Levi, I'm so sorry that his memory has been deteriorating since this year, and he can even call me by the wrong name sometimes. The doctor said he had Alzheimer's disease and remembered a little now, maybe not anything soon. Sister Fran stopped Levi as he left, explaining.

"I'm also going to say I'm sorry, I wanted to come and see the old captain, alas." Levi sighed, he had wanted to ask Captain Thatch something, but now it seemed that there was no need.

There's no more ace pilot Jimmy Thatch, he's just an old man now.

"Mr. Levi, please wait a minute, if you want to find something from your father, I may be able to help you." Sister Fran said.

Levi paused a little and returned, "Okay, thank you for your help."

After waiting in the old people's home for less than half an hour, the old nun walked out, and there was not much corn soup left in the food box just now.

"He's asleep, let's talk while we walk." Sister Fran asked.

Levi nodded and followed behind her.

"I believe your words, he really knows you, and he should care about you very much, otherwise he wouldn't have reacted like this. Many comrades-in-arms have visited him one after another, but none of them can make him so excited. Sister Fran kept talking, her tone very calm.

"Thank you." Levi said.

"I should have said thank you, the old guy has not been alive for a few days, maybe your arrival will make him still feel alive." Sister Fran took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to Levi, but Levi refused.

She walked out of the building of the old people's home by herself, came to the courtyard, and lit a cigarette: "This old guy was still dissatisfied with old age and refused to admit defeat last year, but this year it has become like this, he can't even eat, and maybe he won't live for a few days."

Levi was silent and did not speak, only nodding slightly to indicate that he was a listener.

The daughter of Captain Thatch was a nun herself, and her job may have been to listen to the confessions of others. But she herself also needs to have a listener, and taking care of an old man who has no ability to live is really torturous to herself.

There is no filial son in front of the bed of a long illness, and this is also the truth.

Moreover, Alzheimer's disease is indeed the most tormenting disease for children, and you imagine that your parents gradually forget about you and start to treat you as a stranger or even an enemy......

"I'm sorry, I've been talking about it for so long, it's all my personal complaints." The old nun snuffed out the cigarette butt, "It looks like you're looking for something with the old guy, and I think I should be able to help you." ”

"I was going to pay a visit to Captain Thatch and ask some questions."

"Then, I should be able to help you, come with me later." After Sister Fran finished speaking, she looked at Levi, her wrinkled face as if it had been marked by time.

After Levi and the old nun left, Captain Thatch slowly took out the picture from his bosom that had faded to the point where he couldn't recognize anything, pointed to the corner of it, and muttered to himself, "Lieutenant...... Who......

Levi got into Sister Fran's car and came to the door of a small villa. It is a standard version of the European style, simple and symmetrical to highlight the calm, each room is a square shape, and the functional space division and location layout reflect the designer's rigor.

There is a pendulum on both the lobby and the roof of the villa, and this layout makes Levi feel as if he is deliberately simulating some kind of architecture.

The moment he walked through the door, Levi saw a variety of photographs on the entire wall of the hall, most of them photos of Captain Thatch when he was young, from his time in military school to his retirement.

One of the strangest things for Levi was that he saw a picture of himself in it, and arranged one, and there were nearly ten photos of his own. Among them are group photos of the Yorktown, and many of them are photos of himself alone.

This made Levi wonder why his photos appeared here in large numbers. There are even many things that he would never have imagined, such as a photo of eating pork knuckle.

Even, his photo is still in the C position.

"This is the old guy's house, and he often sorts out old things when he retires, and he has a habit of writing notes before he gets sick, and there may be something you want in it." Sister Fran asked.

"What's that?" Levi pointed to his photo.

Sister Fran saw the direction that Levi was pointing and said, "Lieutenant Levi the Watchman, he was a pilot under the old fellow before, and perhaps he didn't expect that he would be praised as a hero of the all-bald eagle...... Wait......"

The nun hurriedly took down an old photograph of Levi, constantly looking between it and Levi himself.