Chapter 1925 Everyone Has a Story

Everyone has a story. Whether the story is good or bad, and the impact on a person's growth, it depends on the different life experiences of each person. Read М

But sometimes, some different stories will have the same effect on different individuals.

Although it cannot be said to be exactly the same, at least it gives people the feeling that there will be no big changes and it will be very familiar.

Although he only talked to Colonel Jack for a few words, Malashenko could read a strong taste of seeking recognition from him.

No matter what this guy has experienced, and for what reason, he seems to be a guy who is not recognized by the people around him. That's why he said those words in front of Malashenko and showed such an expression, just because what he saw and heard after coming to the Soviet Union told him that Malashenko was the state he wanted to live in the most in his ideal.

It feels bad not to be recognized by the people around him. Malashenko remembers what it feels like to urgently seek recognition from the people around him.

Lonely, lonely, helpless, as if he is not needed by others, and he seems to be redundant no matter where he goes.

The reason for such empathy is not that Malashenko brought his original memory from his previous life, but purely the original memory of the original owner of this body, the real Malashenko, the memory inherited by the current Malashenko along with this body.

How will a child who lost his parents at an early age grow up?

Maybe this child is very strong and grows up very fast, far beyond his peers, but there is no doubt that his childhood will be surrounded by all kinds of negative emotions and the recognition of people around him.

Although it was not a period of time that he personally experienced, every bit of silent memory has been telling Malashenko this, telling Malashenko that the original owner of this body had a miserable and sad childhood.

The only person who grew up with him and gave him recognition and a sense of being needed was the childhood sweetheart who grew up with him.

This situation continued until he joined the army and joined the big family of the Red Army. He stood out with outstanding results and was selected to study at the Ulyanovsk Tank Academy. Not only did he stand out in school, but he also showed his strong personal ability after returning, thus winning the respect, trust, need and strong recognition of his comrades.

His childhood sweetheart accompanied him through the most difficult and dark period of his life, and joining the Red Army, a large collective with a common belief and united under a red flag, changed his life from then on.

Thinking carefully about this life experience that did not belong to him, feeling the pain, bitterness, and many unspeakable negative emotions that seeped out from the memories, Malashenko felt that he could probably understand why Jack was like this, so strange that he even confided in a stranger he had just met.

The feeling of not being needed and recognized by the people around him is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

Because humans are a social creature from beginning to end, no mentally normal person can live independently without their own human collective. This is not to say that people will starve to death if they cannot live in material life, but that kind of despair, helplessness, loneliness and desolation can really drive a normal person crazy.

"Tell me your story, at least I want to know your story, and then I can decide how to help you."

""

Jack's eyes were a little unbelievable, and there was unconcealed joy in his eyes. Malashenko, who lit a cigarette for himself, could of course see all this clearly with the corner of his eye.

"I can't guarantee that I can help you, but I will try. Now, tell me, if you want to say it."

""

There was another short silence, and after a little silence, Jack already knew what he should do next.

"When I was very young, my father took me out hunting. At that time, I didn't know how to use a gun, not even a simple lever-action rifle."

"A group of gray wolves found us. Those beasts were fierce and cunning. They shouldn't have been active in that area, but we ran into them."

"My father tried to teach me how to use a gun. In fact, I knew a little bit. I learned it from him at home. But I was very scared. I was so scared that I couldn't even hold the gun. My father could only protect me and fight alone."

"There were many gray wolves. I don't know how many there were. My father was surrounded and pounced on by them. He just shouted at me to run, run, and run far away. The farther the better. I was very scared at the time. I was afraid that I would become a meal for those gray wolves. For the first time in my life, I left my close people and ran away without looking back, like a deserter on the battlefield."

"Then, I lost my father forever and never saw him again."

Malashenko, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, did not interrupt, leaving the right to speak to Jack. This man with an unusual story must have something to say next.

"Later, I grew up, and grew up in the contempt and ridicule of my peers. They laughed at me for being a coward and a softie who even abandoned my own father."

"I swore to my mother that I would become strong and I would not let her down. Then I applied for the military academy, which was the place where I could become strong in my ideal. I was admitted with better grades than many people. I met Clayton on the campus of West Point. We were classmates from then on and later became good friends."

"He tried to make me strong and let me really get out of the shadows, but it was difficult. Even after graduation and joining the army, Clayton was considered to have the potential to become an excellent commander. His superiors and everyone around him were optimistic about him and believed that he would succeed."

"And I, I was just a poor guy with personality defects who was not trusted and was thought to be likely to make fatal mistakes in battle. So Clayton became the commander of the combat unit, and I stayed in the headquarters to sort out Drawing maps for documents is not the result I want. "

"I tried my best to prove that I have the ability to lead a unit, and I studied the combat experience of those commanders crazily. But I never got such an opportunity, not once. Those people always shook their heads after reading my story, and asked me to go back to drawing maps, saying that such work is more suitable for me. I want to fight, but I lack the courage, and I don’t know if I can do it well. "

"Maybe I should draw maps for the rest of my life and be an ordinary civilian staff officer. I think I probably gave up. Until I heard your story, General, you stood out from an environment far worse than mine and conquered everyone around you. I want to try one last time and be like you, this is why I came to you. "