On December 11, 1976, I vividly remember that day, I was making dumplings in the barracks with several old comrades-in-arms who were about to be demobilized.
Suddenly, a battalion clerk hurriedly approached me and handed me an urgent telegram saying that it had come from home and asked me to check it quickly. In those days, the main means of communication were through letters and telegrams, while we rural people used letters more often, and few people could use telegraphs.
As I received the telegram, I felt an inexplicable sense of nervousness and anxiety in my heart, worried about what might happen inside. Telegrams are expensive, by the word count, and it is not easy for us rural people to earn pennies. So, in general, we don't use the telegraph lightly.
I opened the telegram and saw seven words written on it: "My sister was bullied by hooligans". A wave of anger suddenly ignited in his heart, and he couldn't wait to rush home immediately to seek justice for his sister.
Although I had been nominated as a cadre and reported to the regiment, I was still in the probation period and it was impossible for me to apply for family leave to go home. I was anxiously pacing in the barracks, and several old comrades-in-arms came to inquire about the situation when they saw that I had not returned for a long time.
When I showed them the telegram, they were all indignant. One of my old comrades-in-arms was my fellow countryman, and he immediately said that he would help me deal with the hooligans who bullied my sister when he was demobilized at the end of the month.
However, there is still half a month to go until the end of the month, and I am worried that my sister will be bullied during this time. So, I decided to report the situation to the company leaders and ask for their opinions and suggestions.
As I stood at the door of the company commander and instructor's room, I was anxious, but I didn't dare to interrupt the meeting they were discussing next week's training arrangements. The company commander and the instructor sensed my urgency from my anxious expression, so they stopped what they were doing and motioned for me to come in.
Without hesitation, I entered the room, immediately reported the situation to the company commander and instructor, and handed them the telegram for review.
When the company commander saw the contents of the telegram, his anger was like fire, as if his own sister had been bullied by hooligans. He slapped the table vigorously and reprimanded loudly without hesitation: "That who dares to bully the family of the soldier, it is simply indignant!" There was anger and resentment between the words.
Compared to the company commander, the instructor appeared much calmer. While persuading the company commander not to get too excited, he reassured me and told me not to panic, saying that it was best to report the situation to the Youth League Committee and the Youth League Committee would come forward to solve it.
After saying that, the instructor left the room with a telegram and went to the regimental political office. However, unfortunately, the director of the political department was not there that day, so the instructor could only wait for the director to return from the political office, and he could not even eat lunch.
Upon learning of my situation, the regimental political office immediately contacted the Armed Forces Department of the commune in my hometown and asked for their assistance in solving the problem. A week later, my parents wrote to me to inform me of the good news that the hooligans who had bullied my sister had been captured by the Commune's Armed Forces Department and sent to the ** farm.
In the letter, the parents described in detail the process of arresting people by the armed forces of the commune:
On the afternoon of December 11, 1976, after receiving a request from the regimental political department, the head of the armed forces department personally led two groups of militia to our village to understand the situation. Their arrival was like a war, the sound of the whistle resounded in the sky, and the two teams of people came to our village in a Jiefang truck, attracting onlookers from the villagers.
The Minister of the Armed Forces, led by an elder, soon came to our house to meet my parents. It turned out that it was three young men from the brigade next door who bullied my sister, who were known as "second-rate sons" in the brigade. They don't do their jobs on weekdays, and they rely on their family background to do nonsense, which is already extremely disgusting.
That day, the three young men were wandering around our village and happened to meet my sister returning from the fields. With the help of alcohol, they stopped my sister and tried to misbehave against her.
When the Armed Forces Department of the Commune learned of this, it immediately contacted the Armed Forces Department of the Commune in its hometown to demand action. After careful deployment, these hooligans were eventually caught and sent to the ** farm to pay for their crimes.
My sister was bullied by three young people, but luckily someone in the village stopped it in time, otherwise the consequences would have been devastating.
Upon learning of the incident, the head of the armed forces, accompanied by his father, immediately went to a nearby brigade to arrest the three young men involved.
At first, the three young men took a tough stance, refusing to admit their mistake and demanding evidence from the Minister of Armed Forces.
They claimed to complain to the Commune about the wrongful actions of the head of the armed forces, but they were arrogant and uncooperative.
Faced with this situation, the Minister of Armed Forces called several villagers who were present at the time to testify in court, but these villagers did not dare to come forward to testify on behalf of his sister for fear of reprisals.
The head of the armed forces sensed the villagers' concerns and said on the spot: "If anyone dares to retaliate against you, just let me know." Anyway, I'll give them a taste of bullets. ”
Hearing the assurances of the Minister of Armed Forces, several villagers finally mustered up the courage to state the situation at that time, and even exposed other bad behaviors of the three young men.
Under the testimony of the villagers, the three young men immediately changed their attitudes, sincerely apologized to their father, and promised to change their ways in the future.
However, it was already too late!
When the Minister of Armed Forces asked the villagers if they would be willing to give them a chance to make amends, everyone unanimously refused. Some villagers were even emotionally charged and ready to take action against them.
The head of the armed forces finally had no patience and stepped forward to slap the three young men a few times and inflict some punishment, and then ordered several tall militiamen to arrest them and take them away from the scene.
A week later, the three young men who bullied their sister were sentenced to prison and sent to the ** office.
In order to prevent reprisals against his family, the head of the armed forces department ordered the commander of the militia company of the brigade to visit our house every day to find out what was going on.
The day after the veterans were discharged, I couldn't wait to open the Tigan order, and the first thought in my heart was to go home and have a look.
I've been thinking about my hometown since my sister was bullied, and this time I've finally heard from Tigan.
The company commander understood my thoughts and immediately helped me submit an application for family visits, which was approved not long after.
Before I was ready to leave, I bought some gifts at the Military Service and boarded the train home full of joy. Due to the inaccessibility of my hometown, it took me three days and two nights to return to the village, and I experienced many bumps in the tractor.
When I returned to the village, I found that the village had not changed much in the past four years, and the only change was probably that the children had grown taller.
Walking into the house and seeing my parents busy in the yard, I didn't notify them in advance and wanted to surprise them.
When they saw me suddenly appear, they were both surprised and happy, and hurriedly came forward, blaming me for not saying anything in advance, and asked them to prepare.
After entering the house, my sister heard my voice and hurriedly ran out, hugged me and cried. February** Dynamic Incentive Program
My sister and I have always had a good relationship, and when we were younger, we were even closer because we were the only two of us in the house.
She was always the first to talk to me when she had a problem, and I always tried my best to protect her, but this time I felt guilty for not being there for her.
The next day, my sister and I went to the home of the Minister of Armed Forces with some hearts to express our gratitude.
Knowing our intentions, the Minister of Armed Forces said with a serious expression: "It is our duty to protect the families of military personnel, and there is no need to thank them. "He refused to accept the gift and let us return.
It was 1985 and I was already the deputy battalion commander. With the advent of large-scale disarmament of the military, I am also facing the pressure of changing jobs.
Eventually, I chose to return to my hometown to work in the Ministry of Armed Forces. The head of the Armed Forces of the Commune at that time became my superior.
At one point, he said to me, "You are who I used to be. I hope you can protect the people as I did with your sister. ”