Somewhere of the Northern front

48 hours before the cease fire agreement come into effect.

The rain is heavy. The rain drops fell into the trench, hitting on the surface of the smoky cannon, and then turned into slight steam, vanished into the air. The ground of the trench became boom in the heavy rain, with thousands of brown mud flowers bloomed. The soldiers stood in the rain, ignoring the rain drops that hitting on their helmets, flown through their numb faces, then into their collars. The wind was weak. The sound of the commander did not go far in the frozen air…

“Maintain for the next 48 hours, and I promise you can all go back home, go back to Siberia, back to the endless plain, go back to the villages that smoke raised from the chimneys, and back to your family…

 Please remember, Netherland was built up on the basement of blood and honor. In the next 48 hours the only thing we must let the foes know is, Netherland never withdraw! ”

…

7 hours later, right after an attack of the CHS

The corpses of the sacrificed solders were lying around on the battlefield, lifeless. The survivors were still admonishing on their positions. The following is a segment exacted from their conversation.

“I try to think about the time. I can’t promise what I will be in the next minutes.”  

“I can’t remember the scene of my hometown, the more I think about it, and the more likely I can come back to it.”

“I am just an honest Siberian. I have been following our leader for long. And now I just wanna go back home.”

“I hate the stupid war, what the hell can we get from it?”

“Honor is bullshit, but our blood is real!”

“Our leader is an idealized fascist”

…

A page of diary of a soldier

Written in the time the cease fire agreement come into effective

I see the white light above the horizon of the east while I still holding the shooting posture. The battlefield is empty and the cannons now stop roaring. Before this we have fight back the foes attack for three times.  It already July and Siberia now is must covered with flowers. Thought they will shed in two weeks, but their beautiful are worth to wait for another year to see.   Waiting for year?  I never bear to think about it. Who know what I will be at that time? The fire cease will not last long. It just gives a time for both sides to get ready a more fierce war. I care about the future of Netherland, but the war makes me feel tired. Why the CHS just can stop their attack? Do they don’t miss their family, their homeland? Why they must have to block our way back home?

生命的价值   生命就是一种酵母（准确地说是一种以吞噬为进食方式的单细胞生物,既然Jack London称之为酵母，我们不妨也这样叫）他为了生活就吞噬生命，而生活本身是像猪一样的贪婪所取得的成功，因为“生命是世界上最廉价的东西，在廉价的东西中它是最廉价的。生命在到处乞讨。大自然大把地播撒生命。在只能容得下一条生命的地方她播撒了一千条生命。生命吞噬生命，直到最强最贪婪的存活下来。”达尔文的学说的对于人与对于其他生物同样适用。生命的唯一价值是自定的，当然人对自己的价值估计过高，就会产生偏见，认为自己很重要，但他只对自己有价值。由于供应量太大，一个人，对于别人，对于世界，是无价值的。甚至当一个人消失时，他自己也没有损失，因为失去自己也不知道损失。

对于享乐主义   “人类必须为自己的利益行动。” 是最高，最正确，最善的行为。生命对于海狼拉尔逊来说不是永恒的。利他主义只对追求永恒的人有用，但在拉尔逊眼前只有一个像酵母一样蠕动的叫生命的东西，除了死亡没有什么是永恒的，若叫人去牺牲就不道德。生命的升华只是人在消化良好时出现的东西。那是支使你去生活的一种贿赂，是血液中的香槟，是酵母酿出的泡沫。

关于怯懦    人通常是怯懦的，当环境不妙的时候就与良心妥协，让自己同流合污，放弃斗争就是怯懦。 因为人们害怕，求生的本能叫喊着我们必须活下去，即使过不光彩的生活，不忠于自己的梦想，背叛自己的灵魂。 上述总结自《the sea-wolf》 writed by Jack London