I am the hand that my mother can't reach by leaning against the door.

I am the phone that my wife can't bear to hang up.

I am a stranger in my son's eyes who dare not approach.

I am the concern and pride of my relatives.

Peace is behind me, and war is in front of me.

When I pick up a steel gun, I have to put down my love for children.

When I put on a military uniform.