Chapter 292: Wolfrum Heavy Gun "Beast"!_4

"I've felt the wild revelry of drug traffickers in the slums, met the hostility of stray dogs by the dumpsters, and stood at the cake shop, longing for a woman to buy a piece of cake and wish me a happy birthday, but I had no mother."

"On my father's notebook, there were no essays or poems, only dates of menial work for others."

"I so loved to sleep, because then I wouldn't have to worry about an empty stomach, and I could dream of my mother, my mother holding me…"

"If I should fall, please take my ashes back to my hometown, and bury me next to my mother. Thank you, it's a bother, but please do this for me, comrade. May you have a smooth journey. I love Mexico, I love Victor."

A gust of wind caressed John Baslone's face.

As if…

the fallen comrades were wiping away the tears on his cheeks for him.

War, it's all very cruel.

John Baslone, wiping his tears, said, "Let's go, we need to clean up the brothers, can't let them go home like this."