In the background of World War II, the old man and passengers on the train laughed at the old man, and the old man had to go to the front to fight. Short essay.

A train slowly left Berlin. The carriage was full of women and children, and there was hardly a strong man in sight. In a carriage, there is a gray-haired war reserve veteran, and next to him is a frail old woman. Obviously, she was alone in thought, and the passengers heard her counting: "one, two, three". The sound was drowned out by the click of wheels. There is a pause. She repeated counting from time to time. Seeing this strange behavior, the two little girls gestured and laughed without thinking. The reserve veteran gave them a hard look, and then the carriage was calm. "One, two, three," repeated the delirious old woman. The two little girls snickered again. At this time, the gray-haired old reserve soldier stood up and spoke. "Miss," "you probably won't laugh when I tell you that this poor lady is my wife. We just lost three sons who died in the war. Now it's my turn to go to the front. Before I go, I have to send their mother to the madhouse. " The carriage was silent.