“說是打了大勝仗，說是取得有史以來最大的勝利，為什麼出擊的九十八架直升機隻回來二十一架？為什麼連陣亡飛行員的名字都不準提？難道封鎖會讓真相隱藏麼？我受夠了謊言，我受夠了無休無止的吹捧，隻有戰線上的士兵才知道什麼情況，隻有我們這些人才知道損失有多大，我們會輸麼？”
“啪……。”高峰狠狠地合上日記本，心中全是對劉誌軍的憤怒，他認為劉誌軍是懦夫，這些話是對前線士兵的褻瀆，沒有人比他更了解前線是什麼樣子，所有步兵都生活在水生火熱之中，沒有休息，沒有食物，沒有安全的藏身之地，甚至沒有可以安靜睡上一覺的地方，今天的好友就是明天的屍體，明天的援兵是後天的炮灰。
高峰骨子裏都是戰士的血勇，他比任何人都知道，一個戰士任何可以失去身體，可以失去肢體甚至一切，唯獨不能失去的是信心，因為沮喪會傳染，一旦發現不對勁兒，就要趕緊調整，不然會害了整整一個連隊的戰友，他親手處決的士兵就不下五個，全都是精神崩潰，導致神經失常的。
高峰眼神恍惚地陷入前世的回憶中，以前他是主動尋找這些回憶，現在他可以的回避，隻因為他知道，再怎麼樣也不可能回到以前，他不容自己陷入失去目標的頹廢。
好一會兒，高峰覺得自己調整過來，才再次打開日記本，翻到他之前看到地方再次看下去，這次看的更加粗略，所有關於劉誌軍心情的東西全都不看，他怕自己氣的將日記本撕了。
當他的目光盯著一行字跡，再次陷入前世的回憶之中。
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