去年仲夏,姑父永远地走了,他穿着那身珍藏了几十年的旧军装去到另一个世界。他走得那样从容,那样安详,那样满足。姑父是一名老党员,老军人。三枚军功章和身上留下的与死神抗争的十几处伤疤,见证了一个老军人的不凡与无私,见证了一名普通战士浴血奋斗的人生轨迹。姑父的去世悄无声息,没有让家人发讣告,也没有相关部门的唁电,电 In midsummer last year, my uncle went away forever. He was wearing an old military uniform that had been preserved for decades and went to another world. He walked so calmly, so calm, so satisfied. Uncle is an old party member, veteran. The three military medals and the dozen or so scars left by them to fight against death witnessed the extraordinary and unselfishness of an old soldier who witnessed the trajectory of the life of an ordinary soldier in a bloody struggle. Uncle’s death quietly, did not let his family obituary, nor the relevant departments of the electricity, electricity