Chapter 49 Chapter 13 Zhang Dafei's Martyrdom

The Allied forces completely occupied Berlin on May 2, and Japan began to evacuate under the intensive bombing of the US Air Force. The suicide plane became his last and cruelest weapon.Our country is gradually regaining lost territory in Guangxi. On June 12th, the battle report shows that the Japanese army is alone. In the battle in western Hunan, our army won a big victory, wiped out more than 10,000 Japanese invaders, and is marching towards Guilin... The dormitory was filled with an atmosphere of joy. Everyone untied their backpacks and prepared to walk to "Leima Ping'e", preparing for the big exam and returning home during the summer vacation.Choirs, concerts, farewell parties, and outings began to be held in full swing, and many people who had dropped out of school and asked for leave returned to class with shameful expressions.On April 12th, President Roosevelt of the United States passed away suddenly, which had a great impact on China. One day, Teacher Zhu suddenly read a poem by the American poet Whitman in the English poetry class "Ah, Captain! My Captain...), Mourning him for not being able to see the victory of the war.Reading this poem at this time, I feel loud and powerful, like the sound of a drum to send off.

However, in less than a hundred days, I remembered this poem clearly for the second time, with an unforgettable, heavy, unwilling sadness. The last time I was on my banks outside the Water West Gate was in early June.Spring was over, and the grass on the bank had grown too tall and was gradually obliterating the path.I went there to read the letter my brother wrote to me. I have received this letter for two days, and I have memorized the content of the two pages of the letter, but I must find a place to think about it... The elder brother wrote in a letter that Zhang Dafei covered a friendly plane during the Battle of Southern Henan on May 18th and died in the sky over Xinyang, Henan.He saw the frontline news on the Chongqing Battle Report, and when he returned home on the weekend, he received a notice from the Yunnan 14th Air Force. Our home was one of Zhang Dafei's wartime correspondence addresses.He left a letter for my brother and a large package for me in a US Army canvas pouch.About letters.He said that before I go home for the summer vacation, I'd better have a mental preparation—he attached a letter to him from Zhang Dafei to his letter.

This is a farewell letter, a letter from a twenty-six-year-old young man saying goodbye to his limited past.Although I haven't been able to keep it to this day, the words and sentences he wrote have branded my heart.He said: Zhenyi: when you receive this letter.I am already dead.The seven people who were admitted to aviation school with me eight years ago have all left.Two days ago, the last friend did not return to the voyage at night, and I knew that the next one would be me.I pray, I meditate.I feel peaceful inside.Thank you for the friendship you have given me over the years.Thank you mom for caring for me all these years.Let me have a home that I can miss in the complete wandering without going up to the sky or going down to the ground.Please also forgive my feelings for Bangyuan, I can't afford it and I didn't let it go sooner.

I asked Mr. Zhou of the ground staff to properly post the letters Bangyuan had written over the years to her after my death.Please forgive me for grieving her in this way.Since I found your address in Hunan, she answered my letters on behalf of my mother. In the past eight years, the letters I wrote are the only letters that can be sent home. Her letters are my greatest comfort.I seem to be able to see her grow into a young girl from a skinny girl. When I saw her coming to the playground in Nankai that day, I blurted out my heart in surprise. How could I finally say that I love her? All these years, I have been Tell yourself, it can only be brother and sister, otherwise, I will harm her if I die, and I will harm her if I live.How different roads we have walked in these years, I only go up to fight in the air these years, and concentrate on the life and death in the sky and the earth: while she is between poetry and books every day.Walking towards the bright path of my blessing.With my mortal body, how can I say "I love you" to her? Before the summer vacation last year, she said that she would transfer to Kunming to be closer to me, and I realized the seriousness of the matter.How could Mom and Dad agree?How can a precarious person like me take care of her? I wrote to urge her to stay in Sichuan and study hard.I'm going to drink now when I'm on vacation.Going to dance, I have lived to be twenty-six years old, and I have never tasted these tastes of life before.Since joining the army, he has kept his body and mind clean, and he wants to become an army chaplain after the war.When I was stationed in Guilin in the fall, I met a middle school teacher who was my age in a chapel.She came to Yunnan to find me, and married me at the resident on Christmas Day. After I died, half of the pension was given to my younger brother, asking him to return home to support his mother after the victory.Please tactfully persuade Bangyuan to forget me, I only hope that she will be happy in life and after death.

This year's major exam will be postponed a bit, so that those who ask for leave will have time to make up lessons.On July 6th, I took a boat with many classmates back to Chongqing, which was as hot as a stove. When I saw the dark green military pouch on the desk, even my mother could not tell whether it was tears or sweat that flowed on my face.All kinds of entangled and complicated emotions stirred in my heart, as if I had plunged into the torrent of the confluence of the three rivers.It was two days before I opened the mail package.On it was a letter in an unfamiliar handwriting, which read:

Captain Zhang Dafei died in the air over Henan on May 18th.He always carried this package of letters with him when he moved to defense.He handed it to me two months ago, saying that if one day he went up and couldn't come back, please send it to you at this address.I have been working with him for two years as a repairman on the team, and he is a very considerate and good officer.We are all sad.Find your letter in the jacket pocket he left in the waiting room.Also sent together.I wish you condolences. Sincerely, Zhou Inside his envelope was a sheet that had been folded many times, and was stained with sweat, and the light blue had faded to yellow.The letter I wrote when I was a sophomore in Nankai High School was a letter from a pure literary youth, saying:

I envy you in the sky, I feel closer to God than school.Because in the blue sky and white clouds, there is no "valley of death"... You said that when you returned home that night, you got out of the clouds and saw the big and bright moon right in front of you, and the plane seemed to be about to hit it.If you really bumped into the moon, Li Bai would be jealous of you... But now I have to sit in the classroom for at least eight hours a day, which is so difficult that it almost makes life boring.Thanks to Mr. Meng's selection of words, I don't have to live just to get into college.Today, the classmates in the first year of high school are busy sewing the quilt to the skirt, and they are going to participate in the group dance of the city's sports meeting. That's what we did before, so naive as hell.I don’t even dare to read extracurricular books now. When I passed by the Chao Chao bookstore on Saturday when I went home, I walked quickly and was tempted by the rabbit?

I wrote such letters for many years, until I went to Leshan to study philosophy.For him, these letters are probably like smoking, drinking and dancing to his teammates, helping him to forget the grim reality.When I wanted to transfer from Leshan to Southwest Associated University in Kunming to look for him, he urgently sent a letter to stop me. One sentence said: "The less you know about my actual life, the better, and the more you know about my "glorious" real situation." The fuzzier the better." When I first read it, I couldn't understand it, thinking he had "changed".It was only after many years that I fully understood that he was as kind as he, and suddenly awakened. Although it was a bit late to return to the role of the protector brother back then, it prevented me from falling into trouble, and actually protected me.

He had carefully arranged my large package of letters by year. The first one was sent from Fujiatang, Yongfeng Town, Xiangxiang, Hunan, and it was a family letter from a primary school graduate; the last one was written by a sophomore foreign language student. , has admitted that he does not have the wisdom to study philosophy, and devotes himself to the romantic poetry of Shelley and Keats.Looking at the sky full of stars from the small window in the attic, listening to the cuckoo singing on the tree outside the window, where are you? How do you show your love like trousers.And suddenly disappeared?

From 1938 to 1944, a young girl's mental journey of growing up in the cruel war was recorded in detail in the more than one hundred letters. I left the bag of him in the cabinet at home for seven years A larger number of letters was written, which is the complete account of a nineteen-year-old youth who has thrown himself into the fiercest battle from the plight of wandering.When he shot down an enemy plane with a destroyer.Sometimes I think: I am such a devout Christian, but I have been doing the work of killing for so many years, how will God judge? Doesn’t it say "I am my life, and I am my revenge"? Jesus said that if someone hits you on the left cheek .Did you hit him on the right cheek too?But the Japanese not only slapped me in the face, they killed my father and destroyed my family.People from all over my country have been hunted down on their own land to this day.Every time I shoot down one of their planes in the suburbs, I can reduce the number of innocent souls who died under the bomb...  

These two big envelopes are put together.This summer, I didn't have the energy to rewatch it.Although the news of his death was expected, it was still a surprise when it came, so it was difficult to confirm the reality. All indications are that the war is coming to an end.General MacArthur recaptured the Philippines, practicing the rhetoric of "I'll be back...".Eight years after the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, my country's Military Commission announced on July 7: "In the eight years of the War of Resistance, up to now, a total of more than 2.5 million Japanese invaders have been killed, wounded and captured. I have killed 130 officers and soldiers. More than 100,000 people were injured, and more than 1.7 million people were injured. The battle has now turned from defense to offense." The whole country began to live in anticipation. Almost at the same time, the news of General Chennault's resignation shocked the Chinese government and the opposition.After the death of President Roosevelt, General Eisenhower, the commander-in-chief of the United States, was succeeded by General Marshall (the "Marshall Plan" had a great impact on the world situation after World War II. He came to mediate during the Chinese Kuomintang-Communist War, but it is generally believed that he The "progressive reform" favoring the CCP indirectly caused the defeat of the national army and the loss of the mainland).General Stilwell, Allied Commander in China The Army and Chairman Chiang were not cooperating happily, and General Qu Weidemei took over. He received instructions from headquarters that Chennault had been fighting a guerrilla-style war for a long time with minimal resources. "The quickest and most effective way to adopt modern offensive tactics and techniques is to replace the commander." Chennault’s farewell ceremony in Chongqing was almost unprecedented and passionate. Two million people crowded the streets and the doors and windows facing the street. His car could not pass through the crowd. People pushed his car to the farewell square. The whole city was full of scars. All kinds of flags are hung on the houses, many of which are embroidered with the team emblem of flying tiger.Generalissimo Chiang personally awarded China's highest medal of the Blue Sky and White Sun to express the Chinese people's gratitude to him for his years of blood and sweat.This year Chennault was fifty-two years old.Precisely because he came to the mysterious and distant China, broke away from the laws of the regular American army, gathered thousands of similar heroes with his personal charm, and rescued countless suffering creatures on the ground with the tactics of destroyers. Within four months, Roosevelt died, Chennault was dismissed, and Zhang Dafei died in battle.This war ended with the regret of countless people. Whitman's "Ah, Captain! My Captain!), that powerful verse, echoes the mourning of the war across the Pacific Ocean: O Captain! My Captain! The dreadful voyage has come to an end; Our ship weathers every storm, The sought after victory has been won; The port is near, hear the bells, the people rejoice, All eyes follow our ship Steady, so majestic and brave; But, oh, the pain! the pain! the pain! Ah, the red blood dripping, My captain lay down on deck, Cold and dead.