It took three days for the news of the adjutant's death to reach the division commander's ears, and his hair turned gray again.
This was a sacrifice for the country. The superiors wanted to comfort the relatives, but the adjutant had no relatives, so he was given to the division commander.
The division commander took the brand-new military uniforms and the medals issued to him and set up a memorial tomb for the adjutant. He had an unreal feeling that the little kid was blood-sick and thin, and spoke in a stilted manner all day long.
How come you have the guts to die together?