Soviet Union 1991
Main text Chapter 63 Welcome Home (4)
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Five days later, Major Vasily met those middle-aged men with yellow faces and ragged clothes at the meeting place as promised. The cold wind on the plateau had already made deep scratches on their faces, and their turbid and dim eyes seemed to have long been lost. The desire for life was only when he saw Major Vasily's uniform of a Soviet officer that his originally desperate eyes ignited the desire for survival for the first time.
These people were people in prisoner-of-war camps who were unwilling to convert to Islam or join the jihadists. They could only do the hardest labor in the concentration camps. After witnessing their companions who tried to escape being shot directly, they became completely Give up. Becoming a silent slave, silently counting how many days he has left to survive.
Whether to survive or die despicably, prisoners of war would make different choices almost every day.
Major Vasily who greeted them looked curiously at the sacks they were carrying behind them, and wanted to touch it, but the other party took a few steps back at the same time, stared at him warily, and asked in unfamiliar Russian, "Don't do it." Come here, what do you want to do?”
Vasily raised his hands to show that he had no ill intentions. He asked innocently, "I am Major Vasily sent by the Soviet government to welcome you home. I have no ill intentions. I am just curious about what is in this backpack. What is it?"
"Nothing, I collected the bones of comrades who died on the battlefield." The prisoner's voice was a little sad.
The eyes of the tall prisoner of war walking at the front suddenly brightened. He shouted and stood at attention. Everyone straightened their chests and looked at Major Vasily with firm eyes. Then he raised his hands in a unified manner and gave a neat military salute to Major Vasily.
"I am Lieutenant Card of the Ninth Company. Reporting to the commander, we tried our best to defend the heights 3, 2, 3 and 4, with a total of 103 people. Ninety-eight people were sacrificed, five were captured, and no one evacuated."
Lieutenant Card's voice was hoarse and muddy, but still as firm as before. Accompanied by the whine of the wind and sand, it looked particularly desolate in the dusk. They, a group of soldiers who had long been forgotten on the battlefield, desperately longed for a response from the motherland and dreamed of returning to the embrace of the Soviet Union one day.
Major Vasily was deeply moved. He hugged Lieutenant Card tightly, holding back his tears, and said in a heavy tone, "The war is over, children. Let me take you home."
After hearing the word "go home", Lieutenant Card couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down on the yellow soil, covering his face with his hands and crying loudly. For the past five or six years, the only thought that had kept him alive in the inhumane concentration camp was to go home. .
Islamudin turned his head away, unwilling to watch the scene of separation between life and death. Perhaps deep down in his heart, the long-dead Bestrov was thinking of the summer when the bright flowers were blooming, and the man in a white dress playing the harmonica. Girl Sasha was waving to him.
He was still young at that time, with dreams and people to love. Instead of being like now, suddenly waking up from his sleep, the only thing accompanying him was the cold receiver of the Kalashnikov rifle, and the same cold and silent moonlight. A war changed his destiny and that of countless young soldiers like him. I only occasionally dream about the comrades who sang together in the past. In the dream, they are still very young and as handsome as ice sculptures holding steel guns.
"Are you really not going with us? Islamudin, after all, your mother and motherland are still waiting for you to come back." Major Vasily hesitated, but still wanted to seek the other party's opinion.
Unexpectedly, Islamudin just shook his head, glanced at the distant horizon, picked up the rifle on the ground, and walked forward one step at a time. After taking five or six steps, he stopped walking, turned around and said, "No, if I go back, it will be even harder to find these lost soldiers. At least in the north of Afghanistan, I can use General Sumad's connections to release some Soviet prisoners of war from the prison camps. As long as I am here, Those soldiers can still go home."
Islamudin called a weed and said flatly, "From here to the border of Tajikistan, it is the northern territory of the Mujahideen Alliance. You follow me, and when you reach the border, we will use military helicopters to greet you. It is much safer than being shot down by the Javelin missiles of the guerrillas here. After all, the appearance of the Hind helicopter has been engraved in their hearts and has become a lingering nightmare. "
"Okay." Major Vasily agreed to Islamuddin's request. In fact, he also knew the difficulty of leading five Soviet prisoners of war through the north. If he were not the head of the Tajik Republic's Intelligence Bureau in Afghanistan, in northern Afghanistan Each province has a long-established relationship network, and it is impossible to penetrate into the unknown hinterland of the war.
In the next few days, a group of seven people began to trek through mountains and rivers. Major Vasily's route was different from the uninhabited area led by his previous informants. Islamuddin almost followed the sentries set up by the jihadists. , after he talked to them in fluent Afghan language, the sentry at the checkpoint allowed these people to pass unconditionally.
In this way, the originally winding journey became a straight line, and the walking distance was shortened a lot. Major Vasily could even rest in towns and villages to replenish water supplies. In the evening, he used his free time to provide psychological counseling and counseling for prisoners of war, so that these people who returned to the motherland could quickly adapt to the modern life in Moscow after breaking away from the nomadic lifestyle of resting at sunset.
Unlike before arriving, it only took Major Vasily half the time to reach the junction between northern Afghanistan and the Republic of Tajikistan. After seeing the border guard tower, Major Vasily finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Islamudin stopped, opened the kettle and took a sip of water. Then he pointed to the snow-white mountains in the distance and said, "I will send you here. After climbing over those mountains, you can reach Gorno." -Badakhshan Southwest Border Air Force Base, you are more familiar with these than I am, Major Vasily.”
"Yes." Major Vasily nodded. He raised his watch to check the time and said, "I have sent the message through the radio. A helicopter will come to pick us up later."
"Sending you here, my mission has been completed." Islamudin pressed his hat and said to Lieutenant Card, "Congratulations, you can finally return to the embrace of the motherland."
"Are you really not going with us? Islamuddin. It would be much better for you to go back than to stay in this place where there is only loess and sand." Card asked again, for this man in the prisoner of war camp As the "Soviet traitor" who had taken care of them the most, Card had a complex emotion that was difficult to leave.
"No, I still have a benefactor, he is waiting for me." Islamudin said as he walked, his figure drifted away, and in the end he just raised his hand and waved his arm, stingyly without even turning his head. Come here, leaving them with only a lonely back.
A tearful Islamuddin whispered "take care" in a voice only he could hear.
Then suddenly the wind blew up on the calm cliff, and the weeds on the ground were bent by the strong wind.
Lieutenant Card squinted his eyes and saw a Mi-24 Hind helicopter he had dreamed of rising into the sky over the rugged cliffs. The long-lost red star pattern on the fuselage made his eyes dim at this moment. Everyone raised their arms and cheered, and the captives who seemed to have lost their passion six years ago reveled in joy at this moment.
The Hind helicopter with six rocket launch nests stopped smoothly in the open space in front of them. The pilot in the cab waved to the prisoners of war and said through the loudspeaker, "Soldiers, I'm here to greet you. Welcome back." To the embrace of the motherland.”
Lieutenant Card hugged the sack tightly in his arms. It contained not only the bones of the soldiers sleeping under the loess, but also their long-dead souls. Lieutenant Card accidentally turned around and seemed to see under the brilliant light of the sun. The other ninety-eight comrades of the Ninth Company who died were walking side by side, talking and laughing as they approached Lieutenant Card.
He even saw the company commander who was blown into two pieces by enemy mortars a long time ago, waving to him and shouting Lieutenant Card's name. Even though he knew it was an illusion, Lieutenant Card still smiled and waved to them, tears streaming down his face. He scratched his cheek and murmured to himself.
"Comrades, welcome home."
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