"Give them time..." Wilson murmured, repeating the phrase, with the last glimmer in his eyes seeming to have extinguished, turning completely dim. It was as if he was asking the Major General, or perhaps just talking to himself, his voice carrying a heart-wrenching tremor, "Who will give my child time?"
Major General Li furrowed his brow even tighter, seemingly impatient with the persistence of the veteran before him, he was ready to end this conversation.
However, just as his lips parted, ready to utter the next comforting words—
An abrupt change occurred!
A sudden burst of crazed and resolute light erupted from Wilson's previously hollow and hopeless eyes, his right hand, which lay at his side, swiftly reached into the pocket of his ACU combat uniform like lightning!
This was not a pen pocket!
A flash of cold light!
What he took out was an American-made M9 multifunctional military knife!
