Yan Xinge: Once the dynasty was a soldier, there were military souls for life

My grandfather is a veteran who has participated in the anti -US aid. Since childhood, I have often listened to the story of that period of time. Day after day, the idea of ​​becoming a soldier deeply rooted in my heart until I went to the northwest of the motherland as a armed police soldier, and the seeds finally broke out.

I still remember that when I got on the green leather train, there were recruits wearing different types of military uniforms on the train. Some people got out of the car halfway, and those of us had to drive all the way to the south. I stared intently at the scenery outside the window, slowly, and slowly became unfamiliar, and it came on the face of desert Gobi. After getting out of the train, I got on a bus, and finally came to our recruit company. The new life began.

In the middle of the playground, we were named and distributed the team. As I answered the sound of "arrival", I saw my recruited co -monitor. The same, then my squad leader, he is the history of life.

The rhythm of the recruits was very fast. If you did n’t rest at noon, you have to continue training. At that time, even if you eat five or six steamed buns for breakfast, you always feel that you ca n’t eat. The squad leader said: "Eat more and grow more." Because I just entered the army and ignorant, and we learned something slowly, we have criticized a lot of criticism. I remember we first touched the gun, and I kissed the gun excitedly. The squad leader slapped my head directly and reprimanded: "The muzzle cannot be right to others, this is the first lesson!"

The life of the recruits soon ended. I was assigned to the sees of the service team. The main task was to see the criminals, escorted, alert, and transport. With the completion of the pre -job training assessment, our rhythm is getting faster and more strict, making me feel the tense atmosphere of the grassroots squadron. With the first diligence and performing alert tasks for the first time, the sense of mission became stronger.

The busy and fulfilling military camp life gradually matured. After being promoted to the superior soldiers, the instructor asked me to serve as the squadron's cultural teacher and participated in the detachment competition many times. The troops provided a wealth of self -display platform. Slowly, I also became a veteran and began to take recruits training. Like my old squad leader, my life took care of the recruits like a brother, but I did not relax in training.

The comrades in the troops are always most nostalgic. The distance does not fade to each other's feelings. Today, even if we have retired back to campus, we still contact us frequently. We often recall the time when we carry guns and practice together in the troops. The days of "packing" with my soldiers in the same year are always a happy source of everyone after dinner.

If conditions permit, I want to join the army again, next stop, I want to go to Tibet .......

Source: Northwest University of Political Science and Law

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