Tears are still dripping down, and my trembling hands are almost unable to grasp the paper, which seems to be as heavy as a mountain. From the inside to the outside, it seems that the whole person, including the soul, is riddled with holes.
Ke was still forcing herself to continue reading the things in front of her.
"I still remember a song, Comrade Commander, that you sang to the comrades. It was also a song that I had never heard in college."
"You know what? I really want to live and enjoy the red sunrise. Live just to love everyone who is with you."
"You know what? I wish I was alive, waking up with you at dawn, cooking and making coffee, while everyone in the world is sleeping soundly."
"You know what? If you want to live so much, you don't have to publicize it through newspapers, you have to share it. Live so that children will never forget it."
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"Let the children never forget. I firmly believe that this is proof that I am still alive! A short life is insignificant. What is important is that thousands of years later, there are still people who can remember, remember this great cause, remember those passionate years, remember that
As long as the children remember the era when countless Communists fought for the greatest cause of mankind and sacrificed heroically, it is enough."
"I don't know what else to say, uncle, and comrade commander."
"I don't want all the people I love and love me to be sad because of my passing. If you have this emotion, please turn it into the motivation to move forward and fight those evil fascist beasts to the end! As a person
A Red Army soldier and a Communist Party member, I will die without regrets."
"In the end, my only wish is to be with my mother. Now that this letter can be found, I think my body left in this world can still be recognized and still exist. Please bury me next to my mother.
.I was not able to accompany her in the last moments of her life. I want to use all the time in the future to make up for her, even in this form. I really miss my mother."
"I have always believed that we will win. When that day comes and the song of victory resounds across the land of the motherland, please tell me this news, take it to my tomb, tell me and my mother, the heroic sacrifices of our comrades and everything
All the hard work has been in vain! Victory belongs to us, to the motherland, to the Bolsheviks, and to this greatest cause of all mankind."
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The last stroke of the outline came to an abrupt end, and Malashenko, holding the letter in his hand, was already stained with tears.
Who is a true communist fighter?
Malashenko has thought about this problem countless times.
There are many ways to live a person's life, whether it is extravagant and lustful, or a life of poverty, the important thing is not what kind of situation a person experiences in this world, but what he leaves behind, which can be remembered by future generations.
What, what kind of mark was engraved on the flag that he personally handed over to the comrades behind him.
Malashenko taught Kirill a lot, and at the end of his short life, Kirill gave Malashenko some extremely precious gains that he had learned through his life.
You don’t need to live a wonderful life, but you want to be remembered by future generations.
Selfishness cannot buy a bright future for a great cause. What will be destroyed after the flood will be the great road forged with the blood of countless people.
Even if the body dies, the things left behind can still continue to exist on this road and this world.
Malashenko will not forget every moment he spent with Kirill day and night, nor will he forget the revolutionary oath Kirill made under the red flag and his life to fulfill his great will.
The red flag was passed down personally, and the spirit like a fire was placed in the palm of the hand and has not been extinguished.
Maybe Kirill didn't have the chance to hear Malashenko's "thank you", but the true emotions that did not require too many words had already written on Malashenko's heart at this moment on his face.
If there was any scenario that Kirill hoped to see and what kind of final result it would be, then this would be it.
A person's growth and change often don't take too long, and more often it only takes a short moment in the blink of an eye.
Comrade Political Commissar just said that he hopes Malashenko can cheer up and get back into shape as soon as possible to shoulder his due responsibilities. There are too many things and people that need him. We need this leader of the division commander who holds the red flag high and is like a lighthouse.
Everyone move on.
Thanks to Kirill's final legacy, Malashenko, who wiped away his tears, did it, becoming even stronger than before with a heroic and persevering soul, and becoming the lingering question in the enemy's nightmare.
Very nightmare.
In accordance with Kirill's wishes, he will be buried with his mother.
But due to the summer weather, it was only Kirill's ashes that were finally brought back and buried next to his mother. There was no choice.
So before that, a solemn and solemn cremation ceremony is imperative.
This is not only for Kirill, but also for the entire company and all the comrades who have sacrificed their lives in recent battles.
When the burning and leaping red fire wrapped up the remains of the soldiers and disappeared, all the soldiers who followed the order of the division commander Comrade Malashenko and gathered in an orderly formation on the boundless grassland saluted solemnly.
Row after row of IS6 heavy tanks raised their muzzles and pointed at the dusk sky. The setting sun shot the golden afterglow through the jumping flames and sprinkled it on everyone's solemn and solemn faces, just like Kirill's short life.
The warmest moment that is remembered in memory is passed on to the hearts of everyone present, and will be unforgettable with this moment until death.
"I will definitely avenge you, brother! I will dig out the brains of those fascist bastards with my own hands, stuff all their entrails into our tracks and grind them to pieces! Let these damn bastards turn into pieces
Use it as fertilizer to nourish the land. No matter where they go, the bastards from Battalion 502 will definitely die. I guarantee you with my life!"
When the red color wrapped in the afterglow of the setting sun was reflected on his face, Iushkin cried out his tears, and there was no more silent sadness left for Iushkin, only a solemn vow of revenge.
Just like Malashenko, Iushkin, who got along with Kirill day and night, was also unable to accept everything that happened suddenly. In the first brief moment and the time that followed, he endured unimaginable tearing by ordinary people.
Soul pain.
Seryosha, and even Artem, who replaced Kirill as the new loader...
No one was indifferent to all this. Deep sorrow and wounds to the soul were all over everyone's face. Even Malashenko now clearly remembers every face with deep pain.
"What next? Where are we going to find these bastards and cut them into pieces?"
What answered Iushkin was Malashenko's death whisper without the slightest emotion.
"No matter where you are, the place where you meet these dead people again will be their graves."