Chapter 977: Chapter 508: Why Are My Eyes Often Filled with Tears?
Returning to the National Palace, it was already eight in the evening.
It was already the ti to get off work.
Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers, gazing sowhat wistfully at the myriad lights below.
Isn’t this what he pursued?
anwhile, Casare, Kennedy, and President Qua Wuke Mot were discussing matters.
“I think we should organize a victory parade, preferably with a mass celebration formation. This is the first formal parade of the Republic of xico, and the scene must be grand!” Fat Casare was in high spirits now, looking entirely untired.
He could work overti till death!
When you find that you are a shareholder of a small workshop, you remain indifferent, at most a little enthusiastic. But when you discover your company has an annual output value of over a hundred billion US Dollars, how would you feel?
To put it bluntly!
The Gonzalez Family will beco the new aristocracy of xico, but he is smart; he knows where the boss’s bottom line is. You can make money, even if it ans nurturing failures, but you can’t do drugs or do any son-of-a-bitch things like human trafficking… Of course, with their status, they don’t need to do this.
Fortunately, his two younger brothers and his sister are fairly well-behaved.
“Will there be enough ti? There’s only 3 days…” President Qua Wuke Mot expressed his concern.
“Our bureaucracy hasn’t beco corrupt yet or reached the inefficiency of the United Kingdom. Everything will be coordinated by tomorrow. If anyone says it’s impossible, let him co to !”
Victor turned his head calmly and said.
President Qua Wuke Mot nodded, having no further objections.
Under such centralized power, the other side indeed holds a “Heavenly Constitution,” completely unlike the previous federal system where local governors, if dissatisfied with the President, could file a complaint, even joining others in private to undermine the President’s prestige.
In xico…
Impossible!
“Then should we pull two regints from each army? Plus a formation of civilians and weapons?” Defense Minister Kennedy gently asked.
Victor shook his head, “War has never been just about victory, but also death and sorrow. My soldiers entrusted their lives to us, liberating the entire xico, winning the war, yet so have fallen…”
His words caused so discomfort in their hearts.
Except for President Qua Wuke Mot, everyone here had climbed up from the bottom, even he had visited the front line to offer condolences, obviously understanding that war itself is brutal.
Parents who raised a child for over twenty years might find that child only lives for another twenty seconds on the battlefield.
“Therefore, in this celebratory parade, I think we should include the families of soldiers who sacrificed for the anti-drug cause, holding their portraits high. The honor never belongs to us, but to the countless individuals who strive for it, even disabled veterans can co. I will not solely enjoy this glory!”
Victor’s gaze turned outward…
The myriad lights were sowhat srizing…
“I’ve seen amputee soldiers from the anti-drug war, their prosthetics stained with xico’s black soil, holding the letters of their fallen comrades. War steals not only their knees but also the forever empty seat at a child’s desk, the phone number by the elderly’s bedside that can no longer be dialed, and the ti we should have used to love each other.”
As Victor spoke, his eyes suddenly beca slightly moist, “Do you know why my eyes often hold tears?”
“Because…”
“I love this land deeply.”
“Gentlen, that’s our pursuit.”
Casare, Qua Wuke Mot, and Kennedy looked at the “burning” xico City, feeling the thriving vitality!
But it must be said, sotis Victor’s few words could bring one to tears.
It’s no wonder so foreign dia journalists described him: Victor’s words always carry the chilling winter snow, the relentless war’s gunfire spanning the skies, the unfrozen port of Manzanillo, the roses growing in the desert of Sonora State, with her blue eyes as clear as the sea.
“So, my comrades, we need to look down. In the eyes of so, matters of insignificance can weigh as heavy as Mount Tai in the eyes of parents. I rember a child wrote a letter, right?” Victor asked, looking at Casare.
The latter was startled and nodded hurriedly, “A little girl, she lives in Mowas, Sonora State, she’s 7 years old. Her father died in the xico City war when he went with us going south.”
“Let see it.”
Casare nodded quickly, and rushed downstairs to his office to search. He finally found a white envelope and ran back to the General’s office to hand it to Victor, “It was sent a couple of days ago, but there were too many things…”
Victor opened the letter, the writing was very childish.
“Hello Uncle Victor:”
“My na is Ruiwa. My father ntioned you. At that ti, he just ca ho, bringing back a dal of honor from the army. It’s still treasured at ho, and mom and grandpa don’t allow to see it, but every night I see her secretly wiping tears as she looks at the dal.”
“He brought two candies. I ate one, and the other is hidden in the little treasury my dad and I keep. He took bird catching, mountain climbing, and fishing. Those were happy days, but one morning, he left. Mom said, he went back to the army. He kissed my forehead.”
“Mom said dad will bring a toy gun made out of a bullet casing next ti he cos back. I was very happy.”
“I sat on the bench at ho, watching him…”
“But he never returned. Later, many people ca ho, they brought flowers, plaques. They said, this is what my dad left for our family, but my mom and grandpa were crying. I didn’t understand why, but I always felt that I no longer had a dad.”
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