My uncle

It’s the first time I saw the place where my uncle lies. He scarified his young life for the new born PRC in the battle against India at 1962, when he is only 18. If he is alive, his child should be the same old as me by now, and may even have his grand child. Not only me, this is also the first time my mother saw her brother after he left family almost fifty years ago, due to the long and difficult journey.
I’m proud of my uncle and I’m look forward to visit his tomb myself one day.