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I quit the group of comrades-in-arms, the military situation has deteriorated, and the disappointment behind the August 1st gathering
After retiring from the army, the friendship between comrades-in-arms was like a hot battlefield, which was deeply engraved in the hearts of every veteran. This deep revolutionary brotherhood has made us form an inseparable bond in the military years. Time flies, whenever I recall the tearful military life, only "Song of Comrades-in-Arms" still echoes in my ears.
However, the passage of time is not only beautiful. After being discharged from the army, the once sonorous and powerful voice of comrades-in-arms gradually dissipated in the era of underdeveloped communications, and contacts became alienated. The occasional contact was limited to a few comrades-in-arms in the same city, talking eloquently about the time in the army and telling about that unforgettable period of youth. Gradually, the rush of life and the hard work of the career made this once hot comradeship slowly fade away, leaving only the occasional August 1st dinner.
However, it was in the midst of this uneventful day that something happened that made me feel heartbroken. That summer, the twists and turns of my business caused me to break the chain of funds and put me in an embarrassment. In desperation, I remembered when a comrade-in-arms borrowed money from me while kayaking in the reservoir. At that time, he borrowed 20w, and I did not hesitate to support him. However, when I was stuck and needed help, my request to borrow 5w from him was coldly rebuffed. He said perfunctorily that he would go back and discuss it and give me an answer tomorrow. At this moment, my heart was half cold, ** no longer sounded, and there was no response from him. At this critical moment, I felt that the once indestructible friendship between my comrades-in-arms was so fragile.
The popularity of WeChat has brought us a new *** I joined the WeChat of two comrades-in-arms. During my one-year experience of working in Zhengzhou, a comrade-in-arms told me that the company had set up a WeChat group, which brought together many old comrades-in-arms, and even the company commander and instructor of the year. For a comrade-in-arms who has not seen each other for many years, I applied for this group with excitement. In the early days of the establishment of the group, everyone was enthusiastic, and many old comrades-in-arms were contacted through WeChat, and the group continued to pour into gossip memories and **.
However, the good times don't last long. The group gradually divided into small circles, chatting with the same class and the same year, veterans and recruits did not know each other, and communication was difficult. To avoid confusion, it is also required to add the time of joining the army after the name. August 1st is approaching, someone proposed a dinner, the location is set at the station, and the time is naturally August 1st. However, the enthusiasm for participation was not high, and for various reasons, there were very few people who signed up for the dinner. I myself chose not to attend because of my abstinence from alcohol and my disinterest in a group of strangers' parties.
When a comrade-in-arms who had attended a dinner party returned, he told me that he would never attend such a party again. The mood of anticipation became gloomy during the dinner, everyone took a group photo in the lobby next to the hotel, and the leaders took everyone to visit the old army, and the dinner party also behaved with great joy. However, after three rounds of drinking, talking about the past, some people began to brag, and others showed dislike for those who didn't mix too well. The comrades-in-arms dinner is no longer a portrayal of the innocent friendship of the past, but has become a social game.
The ** of the dinner party spread to the group, and at first there were people who liked and praised it, but it soon became cold. Someone mentioned in the group that a comrade-in-arms in Shandong has rectal cancer and is in urgent need of funds**, and I hope everyone can lend a hand. was met with an indifferent response from a veteran, saying that there are many poor people in the world, can they take care of it?This sparked a heated argument, which eventually led to the comrades who initiated the request for help being kicked out of the group by the group leader.
Not long after, the group leader brought in a regimental staff officer of the year and founded a cosmetics company. The group began to be flooded with various advertisements, and the group owner also urged everyone to place orders for the old leaders, saying that it was not interesting enough not to place an order. The connection between comrades-in-arms was gradually drowned out by commercial interests and advertising, and the former comrades-in-arms became more and more deserted.
At this time, I decided to leave the group. The once deep friendship has been diluted in the conflict of business and interests, and it is no longer what it was back then. After being discharged from the army for many years, the concern between comrades-in-arms and the tears of youth seem to have long been submerged by the hourglass of time, leaving only a faint remorse and longing for former comrades-in-arms.
The comrades-in-arms group used to be a pure land in our hearts, but now it has become a tiring social place. The indifference of the dinner party and the flying of commercials made me feel that this is no longer the world we fought for.
The group of comrades-in-arms who were full of simple friendship at the beginning has now become a battlefield for competing interests. The brotherhood of the past has long been drowned out by the pompous rhetoric of commercials. The regimental staff officer brought in by the group leader actually opened a cosmetics company, and the group became a bazaar for selling goods, and advertisements were overwhelming, and we, the veterans, became the objects of the products being promoted. Even those comrades-in-arms who once said that "they have a lifetime only for the military" were swallowed up by the wave of commercialization.
The once-expected August 1st dinner has turned into a hypocritical social game. Everyone got together and ostensibly discussed life after being discharged from the army, but after three rounds of drinking, they began to boast about their successes and laugh at those who didn't mix too well. This is no longer our familiar comrades-in-arms, but more like a group of strangers, who have lost that sincere friendship with each other.
And the comrade-in-arms who asked for help for rectal cancer made my heart twist. Among our comrades-in-arms who once swore to defend to the death, someone said indifferently, "There are many poor people in the world, can you manage them?""This scene made me angry and heartbroken. The comradeship-in-arms that once swore to defend to the death actually seemed so fragile in the face of commercial interests and personal desires.
In the end, the advertisements in the group became the last straw. The group leader not only brought in the regimental staff officers, but also asked everyone to place orders for the old leaders, and it was not interesting enough to say that they could not place an order. This made me feel once again that the once innocent friendship had collapsed under the corrosion of business. The comrades-in-arms are no longer like-minded at the beginning, but strangers kidnapped by interests and advertisements.
So, I made the decision to opt out of this spoiled group of comrades. This may be a kind of helplessness, but also a kind of protection for the once innocent friendship. Comrades-in-arms are supposed to work together to protect lifelong friendships, rather than falling apart for business and profit. Perhaps, the former comrades-in-arms only exist in the memories of those eventful years, and now, we can only choose to withdraw silently, so that the innocent friendship will live forever in the memories.