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A mother in Nice, France, waited for news of her son who went to war for 65 years.
One day in 2005, the Stilwells were walking by the sea. Suddenly, Stilwell's foot touched something.
He dug through the sand beneath his feet, and a bottle with a surface full of sand and shells appeared in front of him.
Stilwell picked up the bottle and shook it, gently peeling off the lid of the bottle with a knife, and a yellowed piece of paper folded into a slender strip of paper fell out of the bottle.
The note contains a passage written in French:
Well-wishers:
Tomorrow, we will go to Calais to fight, and I want to report my mother's peace. However, the phone at home could not get through, so I made this "drift bottle".
If you find this bottle, please call my mother, Ms. Alyssa, who lives at 302 Via Margaret in Nice, and say that I am alive, that I am fine, and that I will go home.
Please tell my mother, because if you don't hear from me, your mother will have trouble sleeping.
- Shaun. Clayderman
April 8, 1943
The Stilwells are a warm-hearted couple who believe that the bottle, which has been going around for 62 years, finally came into their hands, is God's trust.
They decided to figure it out.
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Mr. and Mrs. Stilwell went to the library to consult historical materials about the Period of World War II.
In the book "Complete Records of the Classic Battles of World War II", it is recorded that during the battle that day, the French soldiers who crossed the English Channel were bombed by the German air force and the whole army was destroyed. That is: "Sean died as early as April 9, 1943. ”
So, what happened to Sean's mother? According to the time calculation, she should be nearly a hundred years old.
The Stilwells did not dare to be idle, and they immediately flew to Nice, France, to inquire about Sean's mother, Alyssa.
The Stilwells first came to the local town hall. To their great surprise, they found clues effortlessly.
"Do you have any news about Sean, the son of Elder Alyssa?" Oh my God, after 60 years, the old man can finally see. ”
At the Town Hall of Nice, as soon as the Stilwells finished speaking their minds, an official held their hand tightly and refused to let go. The Stilwells were a little overwhelmed.
The official invited the Stilwells to get in his car and drive slowly to the outskirts of the city.
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In the car, the officer told the Stilwells the story of Elder Alyssa. Alyssa lost her husband at an early age, and there was such a son under her knees, and the mother and son relied on each other for more than ten years.
Sixty-five years ago, after the Nazis reached France, Alyssa's son, Sean, who had just turned 20, was conscripted to the front.
For the first two years, Sean wrote a letter of peace to his mother almost every week. But for some reason, from the spring of 1943 onwards, Alyssa never heard from her son again.
Alyssa thought her son had died in battle, and for nearly 10 years, she inquired about her son and consulted a large list of the dead, but there was no news of Sean.
If you don't get the news of your son's death, it means that your son may still be alive.
From then on, Alyssa was like a demon, dragging a small stool every day to wait for her son at the door. At night, the gate was not closed, saying that he was afraid that his son would not hear the movement when he returned.
Unexpectedly, Alyssa waited for nearly 50 years, waiting for black hair to become white hair.
In the late 1990s, nice began to renovate the city, and the old house of the elderly Alyssa was also included in the renovation.
However, the old man still refused to relocate, saying that he was afraid that his son would not find a home when he returned.
Later, the matter became more and more noisy, attracting the attention of a group of anti-war people.
In the end, the government had to promise to keep elder Alyssa's little house.
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In 2000, when the elder Alyssa died, on her deathbed, she wrote these words with trembling hands:
"When I die, don't demolish the house, don't close the gates until my son, Sean Clayderman, comes back."
While they were talking, the group had come to the house where Old Man Alyssa had lived.
From a distance, this old mansion submerged in high-rise buildings looks like an island, incompatible with the modern atmosphere of the city.
The door was still open, and the Stilwells' eyes were moist. They seemed to see the white-haired old man Alyssa still sitting in front of the door looking through.
This door has been open for 65 years, and at this moment, it can finally be closed.
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