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Chapter 1479 They are the first generation (third update, please subscribe)
That night, Cheng Wanli was silently guarding the elementary school auditorium. Not only him, but also Roger's comrades-in-arms, who had rushed here from the base to attend their comrade's funeral.

They sat silently in front of the coffin, keeping vigil for it, while in the distance, reporters from a TV station silently recorded everything with their TV cameras.

In the past few days, Roger's photos have always appeared on TV news. As Cheng Wanli said, he has touched many people and shocked many people.

No one could have imagined that the man surrounded by his wife and children in the photo would choose to sacrifice himself without hesitation to protect his comrades when facing danger.

Such a spirit of sacrifice shocked everyone.

Ding Jie, a journalist, had been here for the past few days. When she saw her colleague from another radio station, the two of them greeted each other and walked outside the auditorium.
They were once university alumni and had many interactions with each other, such as participating in some activities together in the mountain city.

Later, for various reasons, they all came here one after another, and then entered the same industry, so they have always kept in touch.

It is such a coincidence that we can meet again in this place now.

"Ding Jie, you seem a little haggard."

Sun Weili looked at his old friend and said with some concern.

"Is there something troubling you?"

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette and handed it to his old friend.

Ding Jie silently took the cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then exhaled the smoke before saying:
"You know what? He is the 'first generation' mentioned in many news reports. In his memory of growing up, he had almost no concept of hardship, at least since he set foot on this land. In school, he could drink milk and eat meat every day. When he was a teenager, he drank Fanta, watched movies, rode bicycles and played with friends in the plantation, and even went on adventures in the nearby rain forest..."

Ding Jie is talking about the lives of teenagers. This is how the young people in this land live: study, live, play games... This is their life.
Their lives seem to be always carefree and full of happiness, and because of this, they always have bright smiles on their faces.

While saying this, Ding Jie cast her gaze towards the auditorium, looking at the large photo next to the coffin. The soldier in the photo had a bright smile on his face, and like all young people, he looked like someone who had experienced many storms.

This is the characteristic of these young people. They always have sincere and bright smiles on their faces, and their world is so simple and happy.

It seems that the troubles of the world have nothing to do with them, and their world seems to be always full of joy. Perhaps this is the change that this land brings to people.

"When he was seventeen, he married his elementary school classmate. They were married for six years and raised five children. In short, they were just ordinary young people... Hard work and perseverance never existed in their lives, and as for sacrifice and contribution, no one ever taught them with such words.

Yet he was willing to sacrifice his life for his comrades. What was he thinking as he threw himself at the grenade?

When asking this question, Ding Jie's expression contained a hint of doubt.

Ding Jie's words made Sun Weili purse his lips and said:
"It's very unusual, but have you ever thought that they..."

Sun Weili looked at the soldiers who were standing guard for their comrades and said:
"They are all the same people, the same young people, they have the same experiences, they have really never suffered, let alone what suffering is, but it is these people who naturally highly recognize the values ​​here, and they are highly educated, have ideals, morals, beliefs, and no bad habits. Here, many people hang a double-star flag on their roofs all year round.

Here, soldiers charge into battle not only because of their spirit of sacrifice, but also because their personal interests are highly consistent with those of the country, which is a recognition of the country. "

After saying that, Sun Weili looked at those soldiers silently. Those soldiers were all very young and unexpectedly strong. Even the military uniforms on their bodies could not hide their sturdy figures. In fact, this is the common characteristic of this generation of young people.

"I seem to understand... From them, I seem to see the future, the future of this land..."

Ding Jie took a puff of cigarette, then looked at the smiling soldier in the photo and said:

"You know what? In the past few days, I interviewed a lot of people, and all of his friends and classmates believed that he would do this when faced with danger. Do you know why?"

"why?"

Sun Weili asked curiously:

"Because they would do that too!"

The inexplicable shock made Sun Weili stunned. The two men smoked silently. They stood by the door of the auditorium, standing there without saying a word.

Sometimes, people do need education.

And at this moment they all seemed to have received some kind of education.

After finishing his cigarette, Sun Weili said:

"It seems that we are two completely different types of people..."

"Yes, they are completely different. Although they are our descendants, but..."

Putting out the cigarette butt in the trash can beside her, Ding Jie said:
“They are completely different from us…”

After that, she once again cast her eyes on the soldiers. They included officers, soldiers, elders, and young people...

Cheng Wanli, who was sitting in front of the coffin, sat motionless. At this time, a young man in a Marine Corps uniform walked up to the coffin. Cheng Wanli had greeted this young man during dinner. He was Sergeant Tian Wenli. They had served in the same company and had fought in the battlefield together. He placed his hand on the coffin, as if thinking about something.

Then he turned his gaze to the lieutenant colonel and asked:

"Sir, do you and Roger know each other?"

They were just ordinary soldiers, and logically, no senior officer would come to see them off. Even though he was a hero.

Cheng Wanli replied:

"I really hope to get to know him and understand him."

"do you know?"

Tian Wenli looked at the coffin and said:
"Roger and I served together and received training together. A few years ago, when we were in Suez, he was always the first to charge and fight on the battlefield. Do you know what our company commander said about him?"

"If all soldiers were like him, there might be no more wars in this world... Unfortunately, there are too few people like him."

Tian Wenli's words made Cheng Wanli slightly stunned, and he said:

"Yeah, there are too few people like him."

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"When I saw the news about Roger's death, sir, I was wondering, if it were me, would I jump on the grenade?"

"So you got your answer?"

Tian Wenli smiled and put his hand on the coffin. He didn't say anything, but the determination in his eyes could not be deceived.

As they were talking, a car soon stopped outside the auditorium. The officer in charge of the local conscription office came. When he saw Cheng Wanli, he saluted, introduced himself, and said:

"Commander Cheng, I just received a call from the Marine Corps Command. Your Excellency has signed an order to award Sergeant Roger the Double Star Medal. The commander will personally attend the funeral tomorrow..."

The news came a little suddenly, but it was justified because people believed he deserved it.

In the early morning of the next day, the town was already crowded with reporters from all over the place. News vehicles were parked in the town. In the past few days, many TV stations had turned their cameras on this town.

The town was the same as yesterday, people were preparing for Roger's funeral, and not only them, but people from several nearby towns also came.

The school auditorium was full of people, holding national flags in their hands. This ordinary memorial service attracted many people because of an order.

Senior military leaders, local mayors...

People come here to remember and to promote.

Cheng Wanli, a member of the escort team, was watching all this silently. At this moment, all he could think about was his experience - standing at attention and saluting again and again, slowly raising and lowering his arms again and again, and ordinary people observing silence again and again...

Is anything else important?

On this day, the road from the school auditorium to the public cemetery was crowded with people holding double-star flags. When the hearse passed by, people threw flowers on the road, paving a flower road for the martyrs.

His comrades-in-arms, dressed in formal attire, escorted him on his final journey.

Everything was arranged according to the standard procedures for military funerals. There was no increase because of the general's arrival, nor was there any decrease because he was a soldier.

Military funerals have their own corresponding regulations, which are the same for generals and soldiers. If there is any difference, it is that generals can use artillery carts to transport coffins, and the number of gunshots fired by the protocol team at the funeral is different.

In fact, this is normal. No matter they were generals or soldiers during their lifetime, when they died, they made the greatest contribution - sacrificing their lives!
There is no distinction between noble and inferior lives; all are equal and share a common identity – martyrs.

In fact, this is also reflected in the tombstones in the Martyrs' Shrine. All tombstones are carved from the same white marble, with the same size and specifications. Even the rules for coffins are the same, regardless of whether you are a general or a private. There, no one deliberately talks about equality, but in fact everyone is equal.

As a soldier who died in battle, Roger could have been buried in the Martyrs' Shrine, but according to his family's wishes, he was buried in his hometown. Although he was not born here, he had long regarded this place as his hometown.

This moment can be said to be the utmost in mourning and honor!
Until the very end of the funeral, before the burial, the protocol team took down the double-star flag covering the coffin. After six people worked together to fold it, an officer held the flag in front of his chest with both hands and presented it to Penny. The officer knelt on one knee and said.

"This flag is presented to you by a grateful nation in gratitude for your husband's faithful service and sacrifice for his country..."

The moment she received the flag, Penny hugged it tightly, tears streaming down her face, as if she were hugging her husband. Several children stood there, and the eldest son, Luo Haitao, who was only five years old, looked at his father's coffin and saluted like a soldier.

On this day, the father lost his son, the wife lost her husband, and the children lost their father.

Only everyone gained some kind of education.

(End of this chapter)