Veterans never die. Look at the short answer.

When he was about to faint, the veteran dragged a small chair to the door and sat down slowly against the eaves of the door. On the horizon in the distance, the sunset is lazily emitting residual heat, and the veterans squint into the distance. As the sunset stretched, several young players sat together, chatting and eating melon seeds. The veterans suddenly remembered that they seemed to have said that today is the seventieth anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. The veteran seems a little incredible. He vaguely remembers listening to the company commander's instructor tell jokes yesterday. How did he win today after all these years? The veteran sat quietly in a small chair in front of the door, his hands quietly crossed on his legs. It suddenly occurred to him that he should be over ninety this year. He thought about it and didn't understand how old he was. He calculated it carefully, but he still didn't figure it out. 17 years old, the devil came in. At the age of eighteen, the devil came to the door and he took the initiative. Only to find that it is a dime a dozen, and sometimes it has to be changed several times a year. Troops always move quickly. Once injured, going to the rear hospital is almost a farewell to the original army.

It was a little dark, and finally a little yellow halo appeared on the eaves in the distance. The veteran looks sleepy. Sitting in the crowd in the distance, a "young man" came over. After all, he was a middle-aged man in his 40 s and 50 s. The veteran watched the middle-aged man walk up to him without blinking, bent down and asked him with a smile, "Uncle, I heard that you used to be an old man." The veteran's eyes are a little blurred. He thought about it, but his eyes seemed to be shining, as if he had returned to the era of war. "War, oh, I remember. When we were fighting, there were more people and fewer guns, and there were not enough guns." Some soldiers were fierce and rushed forward with broadswords. How can a broadsword compare with a gun? It's no use beating with red eyes. There are dead people everywhere. "The veteran paused, as if there were tears in his eyes. The middle-aged man handed a tissue. Then the veteran said, "The recruits really didn't fight. They all died in vain. They don't know anything. Where is the bullet hidden? In fact, I said before I went to the battlefield that bullets on the battlefield have echoes. On the battlefield, there are "swish" bullets everywhere. Sometimes you hear them. They can't dodge bullets. They're all dead for nothing. Some recruits went to the battlefield and died before hitting a bullet. They said so many times before going to the battlefield, how to avoid bullets, how to avoid bullets, and how to be scared when going to the battlefield? They all hid in the wrong place, and they all hid in the wrong place. " Said, the veteran don't face, eyes looking into the distance, as if remembering something. The middle-aged man remembered something and got up and walked away.