The original plan was to take the helicopter to leave, but with the current plan… and the stiffness of the martyr’s body, as well as the current weather, it was not suitable to take the helicopter directly…It needed to be cremated to return home.
Lin Feng hadn’t thought about it before. Upon hearing the words, he said in a deep voice, “Okay, leave this to me, you guys rest! It is chaotic outside; even Supa has left Mogadishu. Traveling in a group will only attract other people’s attention. It’s not convenient. Leave the matter to me. I guarantee to settle it tonight!
“You can’t go alone; we will send four people to follow you.” Xia Jinyuan quickly untied the special knot on K7, and then he and G3 carefully put the body of the martyr on the ground.
Because of Ye Jian’s arrival, the corners of the martyr’s mouth had a slight smile before he died, and he was still smiling now.
“Helmets off!”
Following Xia Jinyuan’s heavy command, the soldiers standing in the dark took off their helmets. Then they heard him giving another command with a magnificent voice, “Salute!”
“Fwaa!”
Several neat and sharp voices cut through the night wind, and a total of eight people, including Lin Feng, saluted the martyr.
This was the first time they saluted the remains of a martyr. There was no sorrow nor joy, only a deep sadness brought by the evening breeze.
Let’s go home, martyr!
Soon, we could return to China!
Unfortunately, we couldn’t take your body home in one piece.
Sorry, you could only be cremated and returned to the country.
This was the special soldiers’ regret. They wanted to return to the country with the remains of the martyr, but they had no choice… The biggest reason was that the weather did not allow it.
At 11pm on May 6th, a passenger plane that had just returned from a certain country in Africa landed safely. The sweet voice of the flight attendant came, “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Please fasten your seat belt and wait patiently for five minutes as we will be landing soon. Thank you for your cooperation.”
Those passengers, who had gotten up to open the luggage compartment to disembark the plane, again returned to their seats and waited for disembarkation.
In addition to a luggage trolley and a shuttle bus, there were also three jeeps with military license plates and a minibus parked outside the plane.
The cabin door opened, and seven figures came out first. Xia Jinyuan walked in the forefront, step by step, slowly but very firmly down the cabin ladder.
He was holding a square box in his hand, and the box was covered with a square red flag. The largest five-pointed star of the red flag was folded right on the box, surrounded by small golden stars.
This was the national flag, a national flag with the martyr returning home.
The shadow of the sword was filled with blood. Under the long sky, he used his body as a strong shield to protect the country, cast bullets from flesh and blood, and used the last splendor of his life to complete the responsibility given to him as a soldier in this military uniform.
Born wearing the military uniform; die, covered by the national flag!
The leader of a certain base in the northwest, the comrades in the unit where the martyr lived, the martyr’s comrades, squad leader, platoon leader, as well as the company commander came to welcome the martyr back home.
As the cabin door opened, everyone lined up and saluted.
They saluted the comrade who had died and the soldiers who fought desperately to bring back their comrade!
The box containing the ashes of the martyr was handed over to the late martyr’s unit squad leader. Xia Jinyuan, with red eyes, looked at the solemn squad leader who had just wiped away his tears and apologized softly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t bring him back completely.”
The remains of the martyr couldn’t be taken back to the country in one piece; he couldn’t have his comrades, friends, and relatives to see him one last time before his death. Sorry… really sorry.
