"Chief, should we send the old man to the Martyrs Cemetery?" Shen Ge asked softly. The old man has no children. If he is buried here, who will pay homage every Qingming Festival? I'm afraid it won't be long before the tomb will be deserted. Bar.
Martyrs Cemetery? He Zhenzhong just sighed softly, with a trace of sadness flashing in his eyes. When people remember the fallen heroes, why don't they care about these living heroes?
"When the fallen leaves return to their roots, bury the old man here."
"Yeah." Shen Ge nodded, "I'll contact the people in the government and prepare to cremate these things."
Deng Deng Deng.
"Two chiefs, thank you very much. I'll take care of it." A lonely voice sounded, and an old man in a blue military uniform walked in slowly with the support of a young man.
Another veteran.
"Hel me over."
"Yes, Grandpa."
The old man came over and looked at the person on He Zhenzhong's back. He couldn't help but sigh, his voice was hoarse and trembling, "The call got through. They said you were out. I knew you were gone." As he said that, he stretched out his hand. He went into his pocket and took out a phone book, "It's useless. It's all gone. I'm the only one left."
Lieutenant He Zhen gently put the old man down and stepped aside. He is a soldier, so he naturally knows the friendship between soldiers.
The old man's grandson also stepped aside and stood next to He Zhenzhong.
"you."
"Chief, my grandfather and I came from Sichuan. I can't get through the phone, and my grandfather can't sleep or eat.