Hello.
I guess your face shouldn't be so good now. Then please put the letter in the hands of Lieutenant Hawkeye. I guess she was frowning and staring at you, thinking, why not wait until the eve of the war to lock the mailbox of the military department.
Then you must not be angry, if you feel bored, please snap your fingers handsomely, and then let those bursting sparks open charming petals above the lazy air.
Maybe you still seem so cynical on the surface. But compared with Ed, you still feel more manly at the critical moment.
So I decided to accept that you can symbolically hype about the height of charity during the insignificant time period.
At this moment, you are still months or even years away from climbing to the top position of the military, but I am waiting to see the results of those so-called victories with very little patience left. In our dormitory, the work performance of xx staff is still in full swing, making people jealous. The new girls sat on the upper bunk with Erlang's legs crossed, digging the watermelon with a spoon while watching how you smashed on the battlefield of Ixuba.
For good reason, when I suddenly heard about the "future", I always felt that it was very cloudy. We stand hundreds of millions of light-years away from the orbit, watching countless stars, planets, and interstellar matter.
I know. We have already become an extremely enchanting fog long before they die.
I don’t know if you ever doubted it. Anyway, I often guess that the scenes of life and death in the movie lens are not as sad as I imagined. Instead, they are military songs that sound desolate and high-pitched, and they sing like mice when they sing. Rigging and shrinking. They are just urged by the chaotic background music to fish out their anxiety, exhaustion and reluctance from the water, tie them to the shore pillars behind them, and then watch the ships carrying them go further away. the other side.
I know you hate that Brigadier General Schulz always takes up military phone lines and your endless chattering, hates him always indulging himself to marry his wife quickly, hates his habit of conspicuously talking about girls, but you But you are still very worried about the death of Brigadier General Shuz. You repeat the same questions for every enemy, so that I even memorized lines from different versions. It's so funny. On the battlefield of Ixuba, Shuz received a rare letter from his girlfriend, but you have to say that anyone who talks about his girlfriend on the battlefield will die unexpectedly. I always wonder if your effective but not sexy lips can withstand the consecration. I can only guess, you must have peeked at the Korean drama that was so popular that year when Lieutenant Hawkeye was away.
I have been wondering whether you are really just to change the national system when you climb into the position of the army rat. Not to turn the uniform into a miniskirt. You must not dare to tell Lieutenant Hawkeye like this. If she knows that you have to fight just to change the genre of your uniform, I think she will retreat to a safe cordon 100 meters away from you without hesitation. Project a nuclear weapon at you. In that case, Miss Crisia might cry. Don't tell her that her husband would die under the skirt of a woman.
If this is the case, I seem to have made you ugly, now your face must be very bad, you are about to furious, I think.
I know that you are confronted with these "have to" things every day. Most of the time, they don't even have any cause and effect, there are no options, no hotline connection, they are just a schedule that you don't know when to draft. It was passed inexplicably stamped and put into practice. Your hand staring at the silver pocket watch may tremble, but the corner of your mouth is forced to smile.
Through the dark windows of the Central Headquarters that day, I saw you in a neat suit, with a very pleasant and beautiful premeditated suspicion on your face.
In the contrast of foreseeable frustration, for the upcoming release so successfully supported your little pragmatic hope.
I see that each of you is working hard for tangible goals and worrying about it.
So no one can cheer and cheer when starting a journey.
Or we just kept watching more of the glory behind the curtain with breath-holding.
Such an ordinary me, but I see you who are working hard for the ideal as ordinary.
In this way, I will only applaud and say "It's so wonderful." or "The screenwriter's brain is squeezed by the door."
I have always wanted to say to you, no matter how successful you fail. , I was able to retreat from the whole body, or there was more anger and crying collapse. These performances that seem not to be considered beautiful are still hidden below our bottom line and are performed continuously. After we fantasize about "the next opportunity comes", in a long and remote place, in a direction within your reach, in everyone's heart.
So what I want to tell you is that even if there are many, many possibilities, they will be unsatisfactory, bumpy, unfair, unsatisfactory, collapsed, and there is no need to preview these possibilities that have not yet arrived. sorrow. Because in the various emotions that greet you, there will always be a sentence: Oh, that's it.
The subtext is: so go ahead.
Regroup and forget it.
New troubles have begun again.
Well, before that. Say goodbye first. Before waiting for those unsatisfactory results. You have to live well, Mr. Mustang with mushroom head.
You are proud:
♠ Pete.
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