Death， be .not .proud， though .some .have .called .thee

Death, you are not arrogant, although some people look at you

Mighty .and .dreadful， for .thou .art .not .so;

How powerful, how terrifying, you, don't live up to your name;

For. those .hom .thou .think'st .thou .dost .overthro

You think you've destroyed all living beings,

Die .not， poor . Death， nor .yet .canst .thou .kill .me.

Poor Grim Reaper, they are not dead, you still can't kill me;

From .rest .and .sleep， hich .but .thy .pictures .be，

Rest and sleep, in fact, are a portrayal of you,

Much .pleasure; then .from .thee .much .more .must .flo，

You're more comfortable than they are,

And .soonest .our .best .men .ith .thee .do .go，

And the sooner our best people go with you,

Rest .of .their .bones， and .soul's .delivery.

The sooner the soul can be saved, and the body can rest in peace,

Thou .art .slave .to .fate， chance， kings， and .desperate .men，

You are a slave to fate, timing, monarchs, and fanatics,

And .dost .ith .poison， ar， and .sickness .dell，

Thou art in the league of poison, war, and sickness,

And .poppy .or .charms .can .make .us .sleep .as .ell

Opium and witchcraft can also be used to deceive people,

And .better .than .thy .stroke; hy .sell'st .thou .then?

And the effect is better, so why should you dictate?

One .short .sleep .past， e .ake .eternally

People take a nap, and their spirits can be clear forever,

And .death .shall .be .no .more; Death， thou .shalt .die.

There will be no more death, and you yourself will die.

—John Donne, Sacred Sonnets.

Closing the book of poems in his hand, Albert Petit let out a long breath, regretting that he had not memorized the prayers for the funeral, and that he could only make up the best poems at hand. After a long sigh as if to vent all the sadness and nostalgia, the fourteen-year-old little guerrilla took a dagger from his shoe cover, stood in front of a log, and silently carved a name on a piece of iron.

Henri René Jolio.

This is the name of the guerrillas who lie at Petit's feet, and unlike most people think, many times, the fallen guerrillas are not officially buried, there is no formal funeral, not even a simple tombstone with a name engraved and a wreath placed. The main reason for this is that the guerrillas are always on the move, and it is very dangerous to stay in one place all the time, and there is no time for a more formal funeral. On the other hand, tombstones and graves are easy to reveal the identity of the deceased, and no matter how disguised they are, a new grave that appears in the wilderness and is also in the area of guerrilla activity is always more eye-catching. With their almost pathological paranoia, the pointy-eared devils will definitely try to check the recent death records, and even dig up the corpses to check the identity, which is likely to expose the whereabouts of the guerrilla and endanger the guerrilla's family.

Therefore, even if they died in battle, the partisans did not receive an official funeral. Moreover, unlike the defense forces, they do not have dog tags that record personal names, blood types, and ages, and once they are killed, they can only leave their names on the iron sheets by their living comrades, and then continue to fight with the names of the deceased. If they die in battle, they will also become one of many iron plaques engraved with their names.

It's an obligation, and it's a curse.

Petit had seen more than once the heart-rending cries of women and children hiding their faces and weeping, old men pretending to be calm, and turning to leave. Even hard-hearted people will be moved, and for the young guerrillas, who have not experienced much cruelty, those sorrowful sighs will become unforgettable scenes for the rest of their lives. Petit was awakened more than once by the wails and rebukes of the dead and the bereaved families, but all this was soon diluted by reality, and survival and fighting once again cleared all sadness from his head.

So—

"Rest assured. ”

Putting away the dagger, the boy put the pieces of iron into the leather bag hanging from his waist, and the many pieces of iron made a crisp and piercing sound. Listening to the sound that seemed like blades intersecting, the boy said solemnly as if he were swearing.

"We'll join you for your sake. No matter how far ahead we are, we will continue to move forward until we are exhausted. Charlemagne will not perish. ”

It is different from the idyllic life of the guerrillas in many stories, movies, and TV dramas, playing the piano, singing, eating captured cans, and fiddling with the seized advanced equipment. Since ancient times, no matter how the environment, equipment, and tactics have changed, guerrilla warfare has been a mode of combat that is not "hard", "cruel", "blood and fire", and other words are not enough to describe. To put it more objectively, this is a mode of warfare that can be called "suffering" for both warring parties.

Trench warfare and town street fighting may be just as bloody and cruel, but the minimum supply of food and water can still be guaranteed. Even cold food and intermittent running water can at least keep the soldiers physically ready to fight without worrying about starvation. The first thing the guerrillas had to solve was the problem of eating and drinking.

It was impossible to carry large quantities of supplies in guerrilla warfare, and the basic sources of food for the guerrillas were donations from local peasants, booty, requisition (sometimes called looting), confiscation of collaborators' property, and foreign support. The guerrillas, active along the mountain border, relied mainly on basic food from local peasants, who were not well-off. Because of the mountainous area, there was no shortage of springs, streams, and mountain rivers, but the lack of firewood and the avoidance of fires in order to conceal their whereabouts meant that the partisans often had to swallow dry rations with raw and cold water. During this period, there was even a disturbance about swallowing flour with cold water, and as a result, he almost choked people to death. There were also cases where it was difficult to find a safe campsite, and as soon as the fire was lit and the beans were cooked, the enemy caught up, and the guerrillas had to put out the fire, take the beans away, and then light the fire to cook the rice again after getting rid of the enemy, and finally cooked the beans five times in one night. The order to "put out the fire - advance" can be said to be commonplace in guerrilla life.

Second only to food and drink is the lack of weapons and medicines, and due to the shortage of supplies, even basic medical supplies such as bandages often have to be removed from the dead, washed, steamed and used by the wounded. Antibiotics, antiseptics, anesthetics and the like are scarce items, and surgical equipment is a no-brainer. Because of this, the guerrilla doctors were best at amputation, and the wounded were often tied to a table and amputated with an axe or logging saw while fully conscious.

The "Prince Eugen" brigade's counter-guerrilla warfare ranks third on the list of problems, but this does not mean that the partisans can ignore this threat. After a few encounters, the guerrillas had come to understand what a formidable opponent these elite mountain infantry were. In the face of these tough, cunning, brutal, and bloodthirsty opponents like wolves in the mountains, even with a threefold superiority in strength, the guerrillas did not dare to easily clash with their regular combat units, and as for confronting their main forces...... The bravest and most optimistic partisans were also reluctant to take on such suicidal missions.

You know, even in several successful ambushes of logistics convoys, the number of casualties among the guerrillas was three times that of the opponent.

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