连字迹都不会伪装,正真是个小笨蛋,不知道她现在长成什么样了,学会打扮了么?我一定要告诉她,女孩子不能打扮的太漂亮……。”
“十二月三十一日,西北战事吃紧,每天都有坏消息传来,每天都有飞行员阵亡,就连后勤也不安全,一个班毕业的同学已经死了十三个,真不是个吉利的数字,不知道谁是第十四个?也许是我,也许不是我,为什么我一点都不关心?不知道吴梦怎么样了,两个月没有收到她的信,千万不要有事啊……。”
“说是打了大胜仗,说是取得有史以来最大的胜利,为什么出击的九十八架直升机只回来二十一架?为什么连阵亡飞行员的名字都不准提?难道封锁会让真相隐藏么?我受够了谎言,我受够了无休无止的吹捧,只有战线上的士兵才知道什么情况,只有我们这些人才知道损失有多大,我们会输么?”
“啪……。”高峰狠狠地合上日记本,心中全是对刘志军的愤怒,他认为刘志军是懦夫,这些话是对前线士兵的亵渎,没有人比他更了解前线是什么样子,所有步兵都生活在水生火热之中,没有休息,没有食物,没有安全的藏身之地,甚至没有可以安静睡上一觉的地方,今天的好友就是明天的尸体,明天的援兵是后天的炮灰。
高峰骨子里都是战士的血勇,他比任何人都知道,一个战士任何可以失去身体,可以失去肢体甚至一切,唯独不能失去的是信心,因为沮丧会传染,一旦发现不对劲儿,就要赶紧调整,不然会害了整整一个连队的战友,他亲手处决的士兵就不下五个,全都是精神崩溃,导致神经失常的。
高峰眼神恍惚地陷入前世的回忆中,以前他是主动寻找这些回忆,现在他可以的回避,只因为他知道,再怎么样也不可能回到以前,他不容自己陷入失去目标的颓废。
好一会儿,高峰觉得自己调整过来,才再次打开日记本,翻到他之前看到地方再次看下去,这次看的更加粗略,所有关于刘志军心情的东西全都不看,他怕自己气的将日记本撕了。
当他的目光盯着一行字迹,再次陷入前世的回忆之中。
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