Yes, no one knows my identity before joining the army, and the following soldiers even made a bet on it. Although I am a captain who is fairly good at fighting, I am also a ruthless machine that gradually loses itself in the killing. During the landing battle eight days ago, I didn't realize this, but the trembling hand seemed to be trying to tell me something. In fact, it wasn't that I deliberately concealed my teacher identity, but whenever the teacher identity scene emerged, it would limit my performance on the battlefield.
Soon, I received a new mission that completely shattered my life. It was not to kill people but to save people. God, how can I save people, and let me take eight comrades to save a stranger. When I was looking for my old subordinates to set off, Sergeant Horvath told me with some refusal that it is difficult to find people in war, let alone going behind enemy lines. The translator, Urban, panicked when he heard that he was going to fight. The coward hadn't fired a gun since he went to war.
As soon as we set off, everyone kept complaining, yes, is it worth sacrificing eight people to save one person? I don't have an answer yet, but it's raining. Bad things happen on rainy days, and I was even more convinced of it when the strong man Capazzo picked up the little girl and was shot by German snipers. Although I shouted hoarsely, "It's not our job to save the girl, our job is to save Ryan," Capazzo didn't listen. Perhaps to Capazzo, the exotic girl and Ryan are strangers. But is it really worth sacrificing yourself to save a stranger?
I'm also quite ridiculous, is it really correct to kill more people in order to save one person? Before he had time to think, reality gave its answer - even to save people, killing always leads to failure.
The sun was shining that afternoon, and the good news came, and we found Ryan. Seeing that it was time to retreat after completing the task, everyone was very happy, and Ryan's comrades were even envious. But it soon became apparent that we had mistaken the person, and Ryan, the eponymous one, found out. Helpless, an airborne soldier with a broken leg gave us new clues, pointing out their rendezvous on the map and helping us cross the big obstacle. We decided to take a night off and try our luck.
When we arrived at the assembly point of the airborne troops, we found many wounded, and the military doctor Wade quickly started the treatment. I wanted to say, "It's not our job to save the wounded, our job is to save Ryan," but seeing Wade's serious look, he didn't say it. Perhaps for Wade, since this mission is to save people, one more rescue is counted as one. Sure enough, good people are rewarded, and we met a deaf man among the stragglers, and he told us that Ryan was guarding a bridge.
This moment is truly our moment of grace. God opened his eyes, and the mission that he thought was going to fail unexpectedly took a big step forward. Wade did not stand idly by because it was not the mission to treat the wounded soldiers he encountered. His behavior made me realize that only kindness and redemption can bring hope - "Our mission is not only to save Ryan, but to save everything. people who need it".
On the way to the bridge, we found a German ambush hidden under a radar station. I think that since this dark whistle is discovered, it should be eliminated, which will save the lives of more colleagues. But there was a disagreement within the team, and everyone believed that our mission was to find Ryan, and we shouldn't make extra troubles. It suddenly dawned on me that Capazzo and Wade were actually really kind people. At this moment, my literature teacher was possessed, and a sentence suddenly popped into my mind: "Our mission is not only to rescue all those in need, but to redeem our own souls." Not to mention, I can't help but say that I will take the lead and get a blood first.
The reality taught me once again that Wade was shot in the liver when he attacked the radar station, and after three injections of morphine, he died shouting "Mom". When all the teammates wanted to kill the surviving German soldiers to avenge Wade, that "mom" reminded me of my mom, my wife, and my past. Blind killing cannot return true peace, because in hatred and violence, people have become emotionless killing machines.
At this moment, a mutiny almost occurred, and the skeptic Rebin even announced his departure. But my heart is firmer than ever. I boldly announced my pre-war teacher status, which I have been reluctant to mention to anyone. At this moment, I no longer feel that my teacher status will affect any of my performance. Wade's death gave me the courage to see myself clearly through him, and I want to keep the kindness he shares with me. So I defied all opposition and let the poor German soldier go. I thought, if it weren't for the war, maybe he would be a literature teacher like me.
Perhaps it was the act of kindness that played a role, and we ran into Ryan, who had nowhere to go, in a beautiful sea of flowers. The quest to find the Golden Fleece is almost complete, but the Apple on the roadside appears: Ryan refuses to go back with us because he doesn't want to live alone without his comrades. Looking at Ryan's determined eyes, I knew the mission had failed, and at this moment I felt like I had nothing.
Sergeant Horvath pulled me to the bridge alone and asked me what to do? In the face of my old subordinates, I candidly say "I don't know". Indeed, if I were him, I couldn't leave, because after I left, I learned that my comrades were killed and wounded. How should I spend the rest of my life? What is the difference between living and dying? The old subordinate Horvat was inspired by the previous comrades who died because of the rescue: "To save others is to save yourself. When you look back in the future, you will find that this is the only good thing in the **** war." He was so right that we decided to stay and guard the bridge with Ryan and his comrades.
We are not guarding a bridge, but our last selves. Compared with "finding Ryan", it is more important to "find myself"; compared to "saving Ryan", it is more important to "save myself".
Yes, from this moment on, I found that the war has not changed my original heart: I am not a killing machine, nor a soldier completing a task, I am an ordinary person who wants to pass on kindness and redemption.
Since I was the highest rank in the field, everyone quickly completed the formation of troops under my arrangement. Before the war, Urban the coward played an opera on the gramophone, but unfortunately I didn't find a beer, otherwise it would be too pleasant. Ryan chats about colored stories with his brothers and their girlfriends, Merry the Jew and Rebin the Doubt, the two old drivers even driving. Everyone seems to have forgotten that they are killing machines, and this scene is the most heartwarming scene I have experienced in the entire battlefield.
The good is always fleeting, the first enemy came several armored vehicles and tanks, and fifty infantry, and we only had a dozen people. We took advantage of the terrain and soon there was a tower accident, which was brought by a German heavy machine gun. First, the sniper was hit by a tank from the bell tower. I even heard him not forgetting to save people before he died, calling his comrades to lie down. Then Merry, the Jew, was killed in hand-to-hand combat because he ran out of bullets. In the end, when they organized everyone to return to the last line of defense to blow up the bridge, the old subordinate Horvat was also hit in the chest by a stray bullet.
My mission has changed from the first bridge to the bombing of the bridge, yes, even if we all die, we can't leave the bridge to the German army. But I was shot several times, and I was unable to climb to the lead of the bombed bridge, and at this moment the German tanks were overtaking me.
Since I disclosed my identity as a teacher, my hands no longer tremble. None of me is a killing machine, and all wars of last resort are for peace. I raise my hands that no longer tremble, one shot, two shots, three shots... I'm going to fight it one-on-one! God seemed to be on my side, and the tank that was rolling towards me actually exploded under my gun.
Just when I felt that the miracle was manifested, a huge roar passed through the sky, and it was our army's anti-tank bomber flying by. The reinforcements finally arrived, and the Germans fled when the situation was not good. In the distance, the translator Urban, who had been so frightened that he could not move, rushed out with a gun. He saw that the German soldiers we had released at the radar station had joined the battle again. This was Urban's first shot since he entered the war, and the German soldier wasn't so lucky this time, and I hope it was Urban's last shot.
The jug on my body had leaked all the water inside and started to seep blood out, and I knew that time was running out. When I pulled Ryan to my ear, all I said was: "Don't let it down, don't let it down."
In fact, I also want to say: "Killing can only bring death, and redemption can bring new life." If you don't believe it, look at us, a group of eight people went out to carry out the mission, and in the end it was the timid Urban and the skeptic Rebin who survived. In fact, this is not accidental, it is God's arrangement. The two people who survived are the ones with the least slaughter, and they should live better.
"Was it worth sacrificing eight people for one" is not my story at all; my story is: "Cruelty and killing lead to fear and death, kindness and redemption to bravery and new life."
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