Six Records of a Floating Life

Later, he would sometimes think of that time. In the grass-green infantry fighting vehicle, he smiled as he chatted with the soldiers of Seventh Company, apparently focusing most of his attention on the confused, impulsive young soldier in front of him. Yet every now and then, his gaze would sweep past someone who was always in the corner.

Just like many years ago, when so many people wanted to get close to him, but only one person fought with all his might to get away.

It turned out that reunion was another parting, not an endless stretch of clear waters and open skies. More than sixty years lay between them, a distance spanning both hell and heaven.

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