I am an ordinary office worker, busy with work during the day and enjoying a moment of peace at night. However, my heart is often clouded by a resentment that comes from my 94-year-old father, who told me countless times about the past 75 years ago. When night fell, I sat beside my old father, and his eyes revealed a deep guilt and uneasiness. He began to tell the story that had been sealed in the depths of his heart.
It was during the war years, and he was a young soldier, full of love for his country and a vision for the future. However, the brutality of the war put him through a nightmarish ordeal. "Son, you know what? I went through too much suffering on the battlefield back then. The old father whispered. I listened quietly, my heart filled with pity and understanding for him. "We were trapped in a treacherous valley where enemy artillery fire covered almost every inch of land. I used to think that I could face everything bravely, but when I saw my comrades fall one by one, I began to feel fear. The old father's voice was a little choked, and his eyes glistened with tears.
One day, we were given a mission to go on an adventurous raid. I knew it was a mission with little chance of survival, but I joined it without hesitation. I held my old father's hand tightly and comforted him so that he could continue. "We set out at nightfall, almost groping our way through the darkness. However, just as we were approaching the target, enemy flares suddenly lit up the entire battlefield. The old father paused, as if recalling the scene.
We were discovered by the enemy, and a fierce battle ensued. I watched my comrades-in-arms fall one by one, and my heart was full of despair. I know that I may never be able to return to my hometown, never see you again. "I felt the pain and helplessness in my old father's heart, and I silently squeezed his hand to let him know that I would always support him. "In the end, although we completed the task, it was very bad. I lost so many of my comrades that they slept forever on that battlefield. The old father's voice grew deeper and deeper, and tears could not help but fall down. I felt the deep pain and remorse in his heart.
Son, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for my comrades. I can't forget those years on the battlefield, they pierced my heart like a sharp knife. "I gently wiped the tears from my old father's face and told him that I would never blame him and that I understood what he was going through. "But, son, I hope you can remember this history and remember those comrades-in-arms who gave their lives for the country and the nation. I hope that you will cherish peace and strive to create a world free of war and suffering. I nodded silently, my heart full of admiration and gratitude for my old father. I will always remember his words and pass on his story, so that more people can know about that eternal resentment and the cherishing and pursuit of peace.