My Father

On a cold winter night, I heard knocking on the door. My father is an accountant and I am still working the day before. I was able to walk down the stairs to walk in the long, dark hall, peek at the corner and wait to see him answer the door. As the light of the pouch flickered like sick, I could not understand the dark shadow standing on the door. When my father talked to this magical person, I was very nervous.

For me, the title is very strange and even hard. There is no sentence that can distort my father instead of "my father's gun" "gun owner". Binding my father to a gun is a matter of spiritual violence - I feel that I have to force my heart to distort the truth of things. Even within the scope of the sentence, the relationship between father and gun is impossible and contradictory. To tell you, my father often has a gun (and fired) as a policeman, telling you that he does not care at all. I need my father to get acquainted with his father and know that he has worked every day in his life and brought a gun back. I can not even tell you the size and shape of it, not to mention the model. I think he hid it in his briefcase. I can paint a pale brown hard appearance with a very attractive three-digit combination lock on both sides very vividly.

My father grew up in a coal mine town during the Great Depression. My father's father drove my nephew. In addition to having hundreds of feet underground there was an explosion and collapse. Someone told me that they need to "break" a stubborn scorpion by matching these beasts with two to four eyes and hitting it repeatedly between the eyes, and my grandfather He broke scorpions particularly well. I think he got home and got his word clever. My father's father passed away before she was fifty years old. A few years later, my father 's brothers were shot down by Russian Air Force spies. His body has never returned.

My father is a soldier of the US Air Force, I met my mother at a social remix / dance held in Hammersmith, London, 13 years ago. That year was 1962. My mother was at a nurse school and Edward (my father) was stationed at the Royal Air Force Reslip in the West End of London, a cold warfare base that had just disappeared. They eventually got married after about a year from the end of the dance, and my brothers were born shortly thereafter. We spent many years in Parliament House: Goldingham Estates in Braintree (aka "The Estates" is called lovingly). This place is briefly explained as an analogy of US public housing. To find out what Braintree is, please imagine a tough city like a rustic belt city in America. This town was used as ammunition manufacturing center during the Second World War, so it is a target of German bombs. The scars and influences of that era were promoted and preserved in culture, as evidenced by the harsh nature of the people.