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I was a sailor in the U.S. Navy. On Christmas Eve, 1994, I was on a one-day leave in San Francisco. I had won 300 dollars at poker, but I couldn't help feeling sad. The news came that we'd be pulling out before the New Year for the South Pacific. I'd just heard that another friend had been killed in Europe. And here I was, an 18-year-old man alone in a strange city. Nothing seemed to make sense. What was I going to be fighting for, anyway?

I spent most of the day walking through crowds until a scene caught my attention. In front of a toyshop window was a thin boy around nine years old, his eyes gazing at the two electric trains. Beside him was a middle-aged man who was pulling the boy to leave.

Suddenly the boy was me nine short years before. I could see the same hope as well as the act of trying to hide the disappointment at the fact that Dad couldn't afford those trains. And I saw the unwilling turning away and then the one last look.

I grabbed the boy by the arm, and said "My name is George."

"Jeffrey Hollis." he managed to reply.

"Well, Jeff Hollis," I said in my best grown-up voice, "we are going to get those trains."

His eyes grew wide, and he let me lead him into the shop.

"We'll take the two trains," I said to the shopkeeper, "Right now, if we can."

The surprise on Jeff's father—Mr. Hollis's face made me think of my own father. I could see a hard-workingman who broke his back to make a living. I explained to him how I had seen myself in his son. And he welcomed me home to share their table.

After supper, I read to Jeff and his sisters until they went to bed.

"I guess you know we've got a lot to do before morning,"Mr. Hollis said. His words surprised me for a moment. Then I understood I was a man now, with adult responsibilities, so I joined him at what turned out to be nearly an all-night job of getting the trains put together and set up.

"Dreams," I thought sleepily, "Kid dreams." The next morning, Jeff woke me up for he had remembered I had to be back by eight. He handed me the present he had bought.

"Merry Christmas, George." he hugged me warmly. The moment of parting was bittersweet. Mr. Hollis and Mrs. Hollis thanked me, but I was the thankful one.

On my way back to the base, I realized I had no more doubts. I had found mere in this experience than I had received from any patriotic speech. I knew now what this war as well as all the fighting was about for me.

1. （1） When walking in San Francisco, the writer felt sad about ______________.

   A . the doubtful meaning of the fights in the war B . the trip to the South Pacific before the New Year C . the experience of losing 300 dollars on the street D . the scene that a boy couldn't afford the toy trains
3. （2） Which of the following moments made the writer consider himself an adult?

   A . Winning money at poker. B . Setting up the toy train. C . Walking through crowds. D . Having dinner with Jeff.
5. （3） The writer offered to buy Jeff the toy train because ______________.

   A . the boy's father didn't want to buy it for him B . the writer was moved by the boy's experience C . they had similar experiences at shop windows D . the writer had known the boy since nine years ago
7. （4） Why did the writer say he found more in this experience than any patriotic speech?