As a rural youth in the sixties and seventies of the last century, I dreamed of jumping out of the rural environment to see the outside world, and I was no exception. In 1972, when I was in the fourth year of my military service, I had the opportunity to be promoted to secretary general, but unfortunately I pushed the deputy company commander on impulse, and finally the promotion quota was revoked, and at the end of the year, I was demobilized as a veteran and went home. I am a third-year-old, I originally hoped to be able to jump out of the peasant gate through the college entrance examination to change the identity of the peasant, but unfortunately people are not as good as the sky, the college entrance examination was canceled after the Cultural Revolution began, and after graduating from high school in the summer of 1968, I went home to participate in labor. I am the eldest in the family, there are two younger sisters and two younger brothers, my grandparents are too old to work, and they also need to be supported by their parents, our family gets up every day for 9 people to eat, and the pressure of survival is all on the parents. So after graduating from high school, I went back to work, but it was a good thing for my parents, Ann, who earned a full-time labor share every day, and the pressure on their shoulders was much lighter. Actually, I am not a selfish person who is afraid of labor, but I really don't want to stay in the countryside for the rest of my life, be a farmer all my life, and deal with the land every day. Our family is probably one of the poorest families in our village, living in a house surrounded by adobe walls and a roof of wheat straw, and it is in disrepair all year round, and the inside of the house is wet every time it is windy and rainy. In winter, the cold wind poured in like living in the wilderness, and my younger siblings didn't have a good pair of shoes or clothes, so I really wanted to change the living conditions at home so that my younger siblings could have a stable and full meal. In the context of this kind of thinking, I thought of becoming a soldier, and when I was at home before, someone was discussing: "Whose child graduated from junior high school and went to serve as a soldier and ate commercial food, who is in the army .........."I also want to change my life by being a soldier. My parents agreed that I wanted to be a soldier, but it wasn't because of how noble their thinking was, but because of which era the status of the military was very high. In addition, being a soldier has a monthly allowance that can be sent back to subsidize the family, which is definitely better than participating in labor in the production team. 
So I signed up for the 1968 winter conscription, and then passed the physical examination, political examination, home visit and other links. On December 23, 1968, the day after the winter solstice, the officer of the Armed Forces Department of the Commune personally delivered my enlistment notice to my home. In celebration of my ability to join the army, my father killed the only old hen in the family that laid eggs, and feasted the neighbors for a send-off feast. On December 29, 1968, I woke up early and my mother made me a bowl of steaming meat noodles and fried an egg. This kind of food treatment can only be enjoyed during the New Year or birthday, and sometimes even the New Year can not be enjoyed, and I enjoyed this treatment again that day. But I knew that my family couldn't afford to sell meat at that time, so I asked my parents where they got the money to buy meat. Later, my mother told me that I had borrowed it from my uncle. The uncle's family is in a better situation than ours, the two cousins have already participated in the labor, the cousin has also married, and only one cousin who is in junior high school has not participated in the labor, so the uncle's family has survived. However, I only ate the meat scrap noodles made by my mother, and I wanted to save the fried eggs for my younger brother and sister, who were still asleep, and I would not be able to see them for at least three years (I could apply to go home to visit my relatives after three years in the army). In order to save the cost of riding the tractor, my father was the only one who went to the armed forces of the commune to see me off that day, although my father was not highly educated. But he still told me in the vocabulary he understood, telling me that I must work hard, and strive to be able to work in the army and contribute to my ancestors. In this way, I and 21 recruits from the commune boarded a large truck with the Liberation of Troops to the provincial railway station, and then took the train at the provincial railway station to serve in the army. I know very well that the opportunity is not easy to come by, and the demobilization of rural soldiers is the principle of returning to the local area to continue to participate in labor as peasants. The urban soldiers, on the other hand, are demobilized and go back to work, so I think the only way to get rid of the fate of rural people is to get rid of it. Since the beginning of the recruit company, I have trained hard to compete for the first place everywhere, and after three months of recruit company, I won the title of excellent recruit. After I went down to the old company, I still maintained my fiery enthusiasm, not only in military training, but also in the company's service tolerance, I also actively participated, and seized the opportunity to express myself. By chance, the instructor noticed that my handwriting was quite good, so he transferred me to the company headquarters as a clerk and ordnance officer, and was also responsible for the company's blackboard newspaper work. In the third year of being a soldier, due to the demobilization of several veteran squad leaders, I was transferred back to the squad from the company headquarters to serve as the squad leader, and later the second platoon commander also left the company due to transfer, so I was arranged to serve as the ** platoon leader. 
After three years as a soldier, I have served as a company clerk, squad leader, ** platoon leader and other positions, and some veterans have said that the company is deliberately training me, and I have a good chance to improve. Sure enough, after the Spring Festival in 1972, the company commander's instructor told me that he had reported me to the regiment as a cadre and that he would transfer me to the cooking class as the first secretary of the department. At that time, there was such a practice in the troops, and all soldiers who wanted to be promoted had to go to the cooking squad to serve as the secretary of the department for a transition, and whether or not they could do a good job of the company's food during their tenure as secretary general meant whether they could go smoothly in the future. When I first went to the cooking class as the ** secretary, I was really a little uncomfortable, after all, I was just leading the squad in the company before. So I humbly asked the commanders of other companies for advice, and soon I adapted to the position of the chief of the first division. At that time, the position of the secretary of the cooking squad was not ordinary, and he was directly in charge of the company's food problems. In order to improve the company's food, I took the soldiers of the cooking squad to use the rest time to reclaim two new vegetable plots and build a new pig pen to raise two more pigs. During the period of serving as the first secretary general, I reported the company's logistics support to the storm, and the company commander and instructor praised me, and in order to appease me, they also told me that the order to raise cadres would soon come down, and I would continue to maintain my enthusiasm for work. According to the past practice of the Dragon Boat Festival, each company will kill a pig to improve the food, and the deputy company commander came to me because of this matter the day before the Dragon Boat Festival. I naturally understood the intention of the deputy company commander, and when I saw him, I patted my chest and said that the pig had been enclosed separately, so I waited for the villager who killed the pig to come in to help. At that time, the deputy company commander did not have a good reputation in our company, and many soldiers said that the deputy company commander was a bit petty and had a big official position, and the relationship with the soldiers was not friendly, and it took seven years for the platoon commander to be promoted to the post of deputy company commander. So I didn't have a chance to let the deputy company commander find fault, and reported the matter to the main first, I thought that the deputy company commander had no other instructions to leave, and when the deputy company commander was about to turn back, he suddenly turned around and told me that he wanted to see if the pig he killed was fat. 
So I led the deputy company commander to the pigsty to have a look, but the deputy company commander looked at the circled pig twice and said: "This pig is not fat enough, I think the flower pig next door is very good, let's kill that pig instead." From the naked eye, it can be seen that there is no difference between the two pigs, and there is even a little warrior who bluntly said that the flower pig did not encircle the pig fat. After listening to this, the deputy company commander immediately glared at the little soldier who spoke, criticizing the little soldier for not understanding the rules and interjecting rudely. I didn't choose to kill the flower pig in fact, there is a reason, I originally planned to use it for piglets, so that I don't need to buy piglets from my fellow countrymen next year, so I told the deputy company commander about it. I thought that the deputy company commander would understand my thoughts, but I never expected that after listening to it, the deputy company commander still insisted that I kill the flower pig and talk about the piglet later. In the face of the somewhat unreasonable deputy company commander, I was a little angry, feeling that the deputy company commander was deliberately finding fault, I was thinking about the development of the company, but he completely ignored these and only cared about his own official position. So I said in an angry tone: "I am the secretary of the company, I said that killing that pig is that pig." After hearing this, the deputy company commander immediately sneered at me in various ways, saying that I was so arrogant before the order to raise cadres was officially down, and the command could not be moved. In addition, I also said some ugly words on my mouth, and in the face of the-for-tat confrontation of the deputy company commander, I couldn't help but push him. I was 1.76 meters tall and weighed about 70 kilograms, which was very strong, while the deputy company commander was only about 1.65 meters tall and thin. After the deputy company commander got up from the ground, he took his military hat and left angrily, and I realized that I had done something stupid. Sure enough, in less than half an hour, a soldier from the battalion headquarters came to me and told me to lie down at the battalion headquarters, saying that the battalion commander and instructor were looking for me in an emergency. I think it must have been the deputy company commander who went to complain, so I was mentally prepared to accept criticism and accept punishment, even if I was beaten violently by the deputy company commander. 
After I arrived at the battalion headquarters, the battalion commander, the instructor, the company commander, the instructor, and the deputy company commander were already sitting in the room waiting for me. When I entered the room, the coach spoke first and asked me if I knew the reason for calling me. So I told the clashes with the deputy company commander one by one, and finally accepted their criticism in turn, and I apologized to the deputy company commander in person, and promised to apologize again to the deputy company commander at the company soldiers' meeting. I thought that the incident would pass like this, but I didn't expect that a week later, I was removed from the position of the secretary of the cooking squad and transferred back to the squad as an ordinary soldier. A month later, the instructor came to me again, saying that because I had resisted the deputy company commander and was recognized as resisting the orders of my superiors, I was recognized by the organization as disobeying the orders and behaving badly, and I was given a warning and my promotion was revoked. When I heard the news, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue, my mind was blank, and my hard work in the army over the years was instantly wasted. I immediately cried and took the instructor's hand and asked, "Is there a remedy, can you give me a chance?" However, the instructor said that this kind of behavior of mine was a taboo in the army, and if I was shot every minute during the war, it would be considered light to give me a warning. At the end of the year, I was demobilized as a veteran and returned to the local area, which was supposed to give me the opportunity to be promoted to the chief of the department, but unfortunately I impulsively pushed the deputy company commander, and finally the promotion was revoked, and I finally paid a heavy price for my impulsive behavior. But you help me evaluate the theory, was it too much for me to promote the deputy company commander back then? Isn't the deputy company commander at fault at all? I have apologized to him in person, and I apologize again at the military conference. I always felt that it was the deputy company commander who provoked the trouble first, it was he who scolded me first for being unclean, and he sarcastically mocked me, and it was he who ruined my future, and I couldn't let go of this matter for the rest of my life!