The war took place in 1979, so the soldiers who participated in the war at that time were almost over 60 years old. Their lives are generally good. After all, their children live up to expectations, the government supports them, and their grandchildren are very likable.
Occasionally, I will listen to their stories, which are probably the palpitations when they killed the enemy for the first time, the heartache when watching their comrades being blown to pieces by mines, and these scenes repeated in the middle of the night.
The veteran I know said that at that time, because of the shortage of troops, the superior leaders appointed three people as a group and used one gun. Sometimes I think that it is really fate to be alive today.
We haven't explored his psychology too much, and we don't know if any of them have had psychological intervention after returning from the battlefield. But judging from his contented smile when he sometimes sits under a tree and watches the children around him play, I think he should be very satisfied with his life now.