When you go home to see your wife, you are more indifferent and courteous to you than these bastards, and you ask yourself why?
All you want to escape is ridicule, you return in despair, and the sincere blessing is to welcome you back to the grave.
When you finally got a box of Medals of Honor, you kept rummaging for the honor of Nima, where is my happiness? Then hang the honor on your chest to commemorate your so-called meaning and success.
The so-called success is a story told to us by the victor.
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