I am going to Afghanistan. The mountains there hide terrorists, and the people there live in dire straits. I am going to exterminate the terrorists there and liberate the poor people there. I know that everything I do is right and noble. On the night we left, my father and younger brother had another quarrel.
I like Afghanistan. I have a sense of liberator here. Unfortunately, this time I was unlucky. My helicopter was shot down by a Soviet-made bazooka in the hands of terrorists. I didn't fall to my death, but I was captured. Another subordinate was also captured.
We were treated inhumanly. Accommodation and food are very poor. Of course, the terrorists' accommodation and food are not much better. They don't kill us, they make little movies for us. They generally use Sony VCRs. This is their favorite brand. They like to do it. Some TV stations, Al Jazeera, CCXV, like such programs. It can be used to discredit us and glorify terrorists.
They want me to speak, I don't want to. I am an officer, and I am somewhat ambitious. My subordinates were scared to death, so they obediently recorded a paragraph. This is their country, and we American soldiers have no right to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries under the guise of freedom and democracy. To the effect. These bad guys like to use language like that. It sounds plausible. There's also some truth to it.
After my subordinates finished recording, his role disappeared. They pointed a gun at me and gave me a steel pipe. Certainly not for me to pole dance. They don't have such high taste yet. They want me to kill him. you die? Or am I dead? Or, I die first, then you die? You are dead after all. Then save me with your life. I'm sorry, brother. I did the worst thing of my life in fear and despair. However, this is just the beginning.
Many days later, the fighter jets painted with the stars and stripes came and I could go home.
My home has changed a lot. The kitchen has completely changed. Made by my brother. The sheets were also changed. I lay down with three of my favorite women by my side. But it doesn't have the warmth it used to have. Everyone seemed happy when I came back. But I always felt something was wrong. The way they looked at me was a little weird. My brother has changed and suddenly he has become a responsible man. The daughters seem to like him more than me. I looked at everything so unpleasantly. I asked her on the rink if you fucked Grace, my wife. The younger brother was surprised. I encouraged him to say, admit it, I can understand, and I will forgive you. Who made me cheat. I wish he would admit it. In certain circumstances, everyone will drive out unreasonable bad things. When I got home, I was even hotter. The same question, I asked Grace again. He admits that they just kissed.
Here comes the wife of the deceased subordinate. She apologized to me for questioning me why I came back and her husband didn't come back in the dream. You are all so good, am I the bad guy?
My anger reached its peak. I smashed my brother's meticulously renovated kitchen. Grace looked at me with a strange look. Brother is here. What are these adulterers conspiring to do? The police are here. How dare you call the police? Don't you see the gun in Lao Tzu's hand?
Who to kill? This is a problem. In a frenzy, I brandished my gun and pondered this vexing question. You may be sorry for me, maybe not, but you are all people I love, and I really can't do it. The police are hiding behind the car, and they only scream and scream. It is not easy to kill a policeman to vent my anger. The younger brother was nervous but cautious, and Grace had already burst into tears. My heart hurts so much.
Do you want to kill yourself? how so. I pointed the gun to my temple. Looking at the flashing lights, and Grace's compassionate eyes, I broke down. I obediently put down Rob and let them wrap my hands in cold handcuffs.
Staying in the military detention center, it is also leisurely and content. I have a lot of time to think about the past, present, and future. I've killed people I shouldn't have killed in the past to survive, and that's the problem. Now I almost made a bigger mistake. What to do in the future. Enough motherfucking fucking war. Make me like this.
Grace is here. We are quite free here. Although I did something wrong, the government and my family did not give up on me. They gave me a certain amount of time as stipulated for me to chat with Grace. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally told Grace what happened in Afghanistan in tears. I can't hold it any longer. Urine holding for a long time will cause uremia. Bad things have been in the heart for a long time, and they will also cause problems in the brain.
Saying it may not completely solve the problem, but it is a good start after all.
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