Here's another story! Seems like I'm getting addicted to sharing all these stuff. Heard it from the radio and it was in Mandarin, so this is the best I could come up with. After years of not writing narrative essays, haha.
There was a US soldier who was recognized for his sharp shooting in his unit. His accuracy was undeniable among his comrades. In the midst of the war with Iraq, his unit was sent over to survey an area there. Before the operation, the commander conducted a briefing during which he highlighted the need to be on their guard if they encountered any woman or child within the proximity. He explained, “They could be suicide bombers. Gun them down if you sense anything odd.”
After surveying the designated area, the soldier decided to take a break and crouched at a spot, smoking cigarette. He looked ahead. Few metres away, he noticed a young boy standing right there, motionless but watching him. Not suspecting anything, the soldier gave a smile. And the young boy smiled back.
But before the soldier knew it, the young boy started running in his direction. At this point in time, the words of the commander flashed across his mind. Frantically, he stood up, picked up his rifle and started shooting at the boy. But none of his shots hit him. Within seconds, the boy was just right there holding him. Soon after, there was an explosion.
The young boy died. As the soldier’s legs were badly wounded, he was transported back to his country for treatment. His comrades in his unit were baffled and could not understand how all of these could happen. How could he miss every single shot with his accuracy? The soldier felt that he had brought shame upon them. Feeling bitter, he explained to his mother, “Mom, it’s not that I couldn’t aim well. Tell me, how could one ever bear to fire at a boy this young?” His mother nodded and embraced him in her arms.
The irony of it is that the soldier would never realize what the young boy had done had saved him in fact. Explosives were planted at where he had been and the boy was well aware of it. If not for the boy's sacrificial act, he would have blown up into pieces.
All because he gave a smile.
So, moral of the story? I'm not going to say it here, so it's food for thought for all(:
Cheers,
Yingyi