"Forgive, but don't forget" Part 1 "White Land" (Series 3)

Two

My father didn't smoke, he liked to drink, and when he was in full of interest, he also teased me with a cup, and when he saw the wine, I threw out my tongue and grinned.

I was most annoyed that my father drank more and picked his nose and picked his eyes, and saw that I was awkward in everything, and there were a hundred reasons to fight. I dare to slap him in the face and say that I have escaped my grandfather, a natural breed! You said that the wrong is not wronged, I was not born before my grandfather died, growing up so big to see have never seen, how can it be like his old man's home? But my grandmother often acted as my protector, she was a kind old rural lady, and with her there, I didn't have to be afraid to cause trouble. As soon as the father wanted to teach his son a lesson, my grandmother put her arms around me and would not let me beat him, and if she was anxious, she would take off the soles of her shoes and beat him twice. At this time, my father was honest, his anger was completely gone, and he was smiling like a child younger than me.

My mother told me that the history of my father's drinking began in the War of Resistance Against Japan, and it was inevitable to drink alcohol in the month and month of victory, and to the northeast was to drink wine in large bowls and eat large pieces of meat. Drink when you're in a good mood, drink when you're in a bad mood, where your mother can control it, anyway, he has a reason to drink. Many times I have seen my father drunk talking nonsense, vomiting, spitting out a stinky smell, drunk must have committed the problem of jaw disjointment, talking and whimpering, no one can hear what is being said. Every time my mother coaxed my father to sleep, she had to help him push his chin up again. The only time I liked my father to drink was when his old comrades came to me to gather and listen to their memories of the war. Hearing the excitement, my blood was bleeding fast, as if I had fought the war myself, though I didn't quite understand what they were telling, what the circumstances of the stories took place. When the father was excited, he couldn't help but wave his hand and direct everyone to sing the battle song together, and the mother also clapped and sang with a small chorus. In that instant, I felt like they were warriors again, back in their youth:

The great knife slashed at the heads of the devils,

Patriotic compatriots of the whole country,

The day of the War of Resistance has come,

The day of the War of Resistance has arrived.

In front of them are the volunteers of the northeast,

Behind them are the people of the whole country.

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I despised my father's experience as a soldier, he was a guerrilla in the Tuba Road, a guerrilla, holding a spear and a large knife and a red gun, and in the middle of the night, he fired two earthen cannons to harass the Japanese stronghold, and the enemy chased out and ran faster than a rabbit, and only joined the regular army in the Liberation War. Look at the mighty uncle Li Kun, as soon as he joined the army, he joined the regular troops and dared to meet the enemy's bayonet, and he could annihilate a squadron of devils in one battle! As soon as my father drank too much, he told the old story: once, the guerrillas intercepted the devil's grain collection squad, captured a crooked machine gun, and ran to a remote mountain village to celebrate the wine. At that time, the capture of a machine gun by Tuba Road was undoubtedly a great victory, and the happy mood could be imagined. The small unit fought a "big victory", the guerrilla leader was also the father's uncle and brother, the team members were all brothers of the same ethnic group, naturally they would not treat their subordinates badly, and they had to celebrate the bird gun exchange for a drunken party. After the third round of the strong sweet potato dried shochu, most of the good men in the green forest were drunk and confused, and the village sounded a dense gunfire. The captain asked my father to see what had happened to the birds, and the father came back and reported:

"Big brother, it's not good, the devil's big army is coming!"

"Afraid of something, it's not a machine gun," the captain just poured wine into his mouth, drunk and drunk. "Beat him up for dog day!"

"No, I can't stand it, the devil has a grenade launcher."

Before the father could finish speaking, a shell landed in the courtyard, shaking off the wine bowl in the captain's hand. The sound of the cannon woke up the captain, and he tore open his shirt and shouted, "Give me a machine gun, withdraw." "But it was too late, and the devils rushed into the village and surrounded them. The captain took the lead in holding the machine gun and rushed through the encirclement of the devils, but he himself was seriously injured and fell to the ground, until he was sacrificed, he also told his father that he said that he would keep the machine gun, which was our lifeblood... As soon as my father talked about it, he regretted:

"I'm sorry for him, I didn't carry him out, if our captain is alive, how good it would be, and drink Maotai can afford it!"