Some soldiers only wear military uniform once in their lives.
Chen Shanhe wore it three times.
The first time was youth, the second time was a sharp knife, and the third time - he just wanted to go home.
The glory of the special battle remains in the archives, and the old injury on the left shoulder waits every autumn night.
He stood on the playground of his old company again, standing where he was punished by the squad leader when he was eighteen years old.
Like a wanderer who has traveled far away, walking back step by step along the old road.
