Chapter 509 Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when I returned to the National Palace.
It's all time to get off work.
Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking at the lights of the thousands of houses below in obsession.
Isn’t this what he pursues?
Presidents Casar, Kennedy and Kwaukmot are discussing the matter.
"I think it's best to have a victory parade to have a mass celebrating the squad in it. This is the first official parade in the Mexican Republic. The scene must be big!" Fatty Ka is very energetic now, and he looks like he is not tired at all.
He can work overtime until he dies!
When you find that you are a shareholder of a small workshop, you are indifferent and at most you are a little enthusiastic, but you find that your company's annual output value is over 10 billion US dollars. What will you do?
Say it without any hesitation!
The Gonzalez family will become the new family in Mexico, but he is very smart. He knows where the boss's bottom line is. You can make money and raise waste, but you can't take drugs or do something that doesn't matter if you have a son, such as trafficking in persons... Of course, they don't need to do this in their status.
Fortunately, his two younger brothers and one sister are relatively well-behaved.
"Will it be too late in time? It's only 3 days..." President Kua Ukmot worried.
"Our bureaucrats are not corrupt yet, and they have not yet been delayed in the UK. They will all be coordinated tomorrow. If someone says it is not possible, then let him come to me!"
Victor turned his head and said calmly.
Kua Ukmote nodded, there was no objection.
Under high centralization, the other party is "involved with the constitution", which is not like the previous federal system. If a local governor is not satisfied with the president, he can still sue, and even join forces with others to attack the president's majesty in private.
In Mexico…
impossible!
"Then will we draw two regiments from each army? Plus the civilian team and weapon lineup?" Defense Secretary Kennedy asked softly.
Victor shook his head, "War is never just about victory, but also about death and sorrow. My soldiers handed over their lives to us, liberated the whole of Mexico, won the war, but some people fell..."
These words made them feel a little uncomfortable.
Except for Kua Ukmot, who came here, they all got up from the bottom, and even he went to the front line to express condolences. Of course, he understood that war itself was cruel.
My parents have raised children for more than 20 years, but once they go to the battlefield, they may only live for twenty seconds.
"So, during this celebration parade, I think I should join the families of soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the cause of drug control and hold up their portraits. The honor never belongs to us, but to the thousands of people who have fought for it, and even disabled soldiers can come. I will not enjoy this glory exclusively!"
Victor's eyes looked outside...
Those lights in thousands of houses are a bit intoxicating...
"I have seen lame soldiers in the anti-drug war. Their prosthetic limbs were stained with black soil from Mexico and their comrades' suicide not only stolen by the war. The war stole not only his knees, but also the seats on the children's desks that were always empty, and the numbers that the old man could no longer dial on his bedside, and the time we should have used to fall in love."
Victor said suddenly, his eyes were a little wet, "Do you know why my eyes often contain tears?"
"Because..."
"I love this land deeply."
"Guys, that's what we are after."
Casarre, Kua Ukmot and Kennedy looked at the "burning" Mexico City and felt the vigorous vitality!
But I have to say that Victor's words sometimes make people cry.
No wonder some foreign media reporters commented on him: Victor's words always include cold winter snow, war-torn artillery fire, unfreezing port of Port Manzanillo, roses growing in the desert of Sonora, and her blue clear eyes.
"So, my comrades, we must look down. Things that are insignificant in the eyes of some people are as important as Mount Tai in the eyes of their parents. I remember a child wrote me a letter, right?" Victor looked at Casaray and asked.
The latter was stunned and nodded in a hurry, "A little girl, she lives in Movas, Sonora. She is 7 years old. When her father followed us south, she died in the Mexico City War."
"Take it to me."
Casarai nodded quickly and ran downstairs to his office to search. Finally, he found a white envelope. He took it and ran back to the general's office and handed it to Victor, "I sent it two days ago, but there were too many things..."
Victor opened the letter, and the words on it were very tender.
"Hello Uncle Victor:"
"My name is Ruiva. My father told you. At that time, when he had just returned home, he brought back a military medal from the army. He is still in a very precious collection at home. My mother and grandfather don't let me see it, but I see her secretly looking at the military medal and wiping tears every night."
"He brought me two candies, I ate one, and another one, which hid it in my dad's small vault. He took me to catch birds, climb mountains, and catch fish. He was very happy those days, but one morning, he left, and his mother said that he had returned to the army and he kissed me on the forehead."
"Mom said, Dad will bring me a bullet shell next time he comes back, and I'm very happy."
"I sat on the bench at the door of my house and kept watching him..."
"But he never came back. Later, many people came to the house, holding flowers and plaques. They said, "This is left by my father for the family, but my mother and grandpa were crying. Although I don't know why, I always feel that I have no father."
"The teacher said, my father is a hero, I am very proud, but I... miss him very much."
"Dear Uncle Victor, the teacher asked me to write to the person I admire the most. I wrote to you because my father respects you the most."
"The fruit trees in my hometown have bear fruit. Dad, my family is living well. Grandpa's illness will be subsidized. Mom was also arranged to go to school to help. Dad, when will I see you?"
"You said, if a person dies, will he really turn into stars and look at us?"
…
People...
It is a complex combination.
Victor held his head up, his eyes were a little wet, while Casare next to him had a tear gland collapsed suddenly. He was originally a sentimental person and instantly flowed down.
Kua Ukmot also took a deep breath.
"I want to write a reply."
Victor sat on a chair and picked up a pen...
"Hello, Ruiva, I'm just meeting you."
"I'm glad to hear from you..."
He paused, rubbed the paper, threw it into the trash can, and rewrite it, with a much more upright character.
His emotions are a little bit rising. He is very cold when he is cold, but he is very emotional when he is emotional.
It took him about twenty minutes to finish writing and he picked up the lit cigarette on the table. This was what Casarai ordered for him. He knew that the boss liked to smoke, so every time the other party was thinking, he would light a cigarette for him and put it on the ashtray, so that he could get it as soon as possible.
"How do you think I adopt the children of those dead comrades?"
? ?
"Boss, our welfare home system is being improved..."
Victor shook his head, "No, I don't mean that. I want to build a large piece of land in Mexico City, with hospitals, schools, factories. I can adopt them and pay for myself."
Casarai and the other two looked at each other, but they still didn't know what was necessary for this matter. After all, there must be many people.
Of course, they didn't think it was troublesome, they just felt that the local government could solve it completely, but they just felt that the boss was a little emotional.
Victor planned to raise them and then send them to adulthood, which was not disappointing their fathers' efforts. But if you are familiar with Chinese history, you can understand one: the meaning of adopted son.
Just like Emperor Wu of Han, Huo Qubing!
Zhu Yuanzhang's literary loyalty!
When these people are adults and they are sent to every industry, Victor will never have negative news in Mexico's history a hundred years later. Even if someone wants to be unfavorable to his reputation, there will be a group of people defending it.
Yulin Army?
Of course, this is just a malicious speculation, and Victor simply wanted to help them.
If you have enough money, sometimes you can spend it.
"Just here." He walked to the map of Mexico City, pointed to a corner and drew a circle, and clicked a few times. This was a large piece of land, and it was in the city, where every inch of land was valuable, and it would definitely be valuable after the war, but of course Casaray and others would not object.
"What's the name?"
"You guys say, how about Dad's House?"
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Movas Yakov town in Sonora.
The clear wind blows through the willows, and the fields are cheering, as if celebrating the arrival of freedom.
You can hear the sound of reading in the only elementary school here.
The walls of the newly built school are painted with various colors, which look very childish, but are full of innocence.
This school actually has only two classes, with a total of more than 60 students. After all, the entire Yakov town has only more than 700 people.
The ringtone rang and school was over.
The students cheered and carried their schoolbags like wild horses that were rid of reins...
"Riva, let's go to the mountain to catch pheasants tonight." A little fat man shouted to the thin girl sitting in the front.
"No, Darwin, I'm going to beat my grandpa's legs tonight."
The fat man's eyes darkened, but after all, he was also a child. He nodded vigorously, "Then next time, hehe, when I catch it, I will leave you a chicken leg!"
Ruiva nodded with a smile.
The classmates took good care of her, but the annoying Hard once bullied him, and then... was beaten by his father and covered his butt to apologize to him.
When she thought of this, she wanted to laugh again.
Carrying his schoolbag, Ruiwa walked towards the parking shed and saw her mother sitting on a small three-wheeler waving her hard.
This is an electric car, sponsored by local companies.
She liked it very much, and she named it: Wild.
"I bought some beef today and I will go home to make beef patties for you." Mom took her schoolbag and said with a smile.
"Okay!"
Ruiva nodded vigorously and her eyes lit up.
Their family is living a good life now, and they have rebuilt a new house and two-story western-style building. The government will pay about 3,000 pesos every month, which also includes grandpa’s medical expenses.
Plus the salary and the one-time pension are completely fine.
My mother rode a bike to carry Ruiwa home. She always met familiar people on the way. When he got home, she saw her grandfather, who was almost 70 years old, sitting at the door, as if he was holding something in her hands, and her eyes were a little red and swollen?
"Grandpa!"
Ruiwa jumped down and shouted happily. She was stunned when she saw the other person's face. Then she ran over nervously, "What's wrong?"
Her mother also found something was wrong and hurried over.
"It's okay, it's okay." The old man waved his hand and took out the things in his hand. It was a letter, "This is General Victor's reply to you, Ruiva."
"Ah? Ah!!!"
The little girl jumped up and happily opened the envelope.
"Hello, Ruiva, I'm just meeting you."
"I'm glad to hear from you..."
"I'm sorry to know you just today, and I'm very happy. My comrade-in-arms' daughter is already an excellent student. Your father is a hero. He will always be with me!"
"I was very touched after reading your letter. I also have a good thing to tell you that we liberated southern Mexico and drug dealers were completely driven out of Mexico by us!"
"I sincerely invite you and your family to come to Mexico City to participate in the Victory Parade, bring your dad's photo to all Mexicans and everyone in the world. In this once barren country, a fighting hero has been born."
"Your father looked at you in the sky and raised his head. The brightest one was him."
"And..."
"You can also call you dad in the future, love you, kid!"
"I'll wait for you in Mexico City."
Reva shouted excitedly, "Mom, Victor...Dad asked us to go to Mexico City, right?!"
There was no class concept in the child's idea. She just knew that a person her father respected replied to her.
Mom wiped the corners of her eyes and looked at the old man.
"There are air tickets here, and they bought them all for us." Grandpa took out three tickets and an invitation letter from another envelope.
"Go, go and bring your dad's medal of merit. We will take him to Mexico City and let him see the country for which he has given his life has finally become better."
As he talked, he couldn't help crying.
This 70-year-old man, who has experienced World War II, the most rampant border smuggling in the 1940s and 1950s, has witnessed the domineering of the Guadalajara drug trafficking group, has witnessed the fire of drug dealers, and has also seen the army killing good and good. He has given birth to three sons. The eldest son went to be a smuggler and was beaten to death. The second son went to be a policeman and was beaten to death. However, the third son joined the army and died in battle. But this time it was different.
The "Second Class of War" hanging at the door clearly tells his achievements.
Hearing the order, Reva nodded vigorously, trotted into her parents' bedroom, and in a drawer, she held out a red box with both hands, which was covered with the flag of Mexico, and a sentence: "pertenezcoalpueblo! (I belong to the people!)"
This means that this unit has a completely different belief in the European and American armies.
"Dad, I'll take you to Mexico City, it must be very prosperous there." Ruiva gently polished the box with her cheek.
The woman at the door covered her mouth and cried quietly.
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(This chapter ends)