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Our platoon commander entered the class, announced my name and called out: “The battalion commander is waiting for you.” We knew from past experience that if a class was interrupted in military academy to take a student out, it was no good news: it meant either he   would be subjected to political investigation or be informed a catastrophic news. I had no organizational affiliation, and no serious political tendency, either. On the other hand, my father was seriously ill. Therefore, I was almost sure why I was taken out from class. When the commander said “Bad news,” “Is it my father?” I responded. “Unfortunately,” he replied. I immediately went to the wards to get ready to go home. For an 18-year-old teenager, the death of his father is huge pain. But oddly enough, I was feeling a secret joy, and this made me feel ashamed of myself. I struggled to concentrate and think about my father and our memories. Only then, was I able to feel grief in my heart. Finally I was able to cry.