My old squad leader, how are you doing now?
Author: Zhu Zhilu
When the sycamore leaves in the camp fell, unconsciously the winter of 1998 came quietly, Wang Feng's date of retirement has also arrived, this is the last batch of three-year compulsory soldiers, after the reform of the military service law is two years, Wang Feng recalled the winter of 1995 to Beijing as a soldier, his family in the countryside, living in a mud wall tile house, his father also came back as a soldier, in the countryside guarding a few acres of thin fields, in the face of the loess back to the sky of life has lived a lifetime, after graduating from junior high school and returning to his hometown to farm, In the expectant eyes of his parents, in the sound of gongs and drums of his father and fellow villagers, in the sound of firecrackers, and in the blessings of his relatives, Wang Feng wore a big red flower and came to an independent camouflage regiment of the engineering corps of the General Staff in Beijing to start a fiery life in the barracks.
After three months of intense recruit training, Wang Feng finally completed the transformation from an ordinary ordinary person to a qualified soldier, when the recruit went down to the company, he was short in stature in the Changxindian camp a battalion of three companies of the combat company, the combat company, as the name suggests, is used in the battlefield to fight, here every day is to stand guard duty, five kilometers of cross-country, simulated battlefield camouflage military exercises, these training are devil-like high-intensity physical training, natural selection, survival of the fittest, here you can do it, you have to do it, you have to ......do it, you have to do it. Unconsciously, three years have passed, and although Wang Fengjun's training is very hard, he is short in stature, and his training results in the combat company are average, because the competition in the grassroots company is too fierce, he did not even become a squad leader, but became a deputy squad leader, and the people who are ready to stay as volunteers are all people who are excellent in military excellence in the combat company.
But Wang Feng was a soldier in the barracks years, he experienced camping exercises, target shooting, bomb throwing, military training, flood fighting, military uniforms to go home to visit relatives, and now to take off this military uniform, there is too much reluctance and nostalgia in his heart, he can't deny the heartache after rubbing shoulders with a few heroic female soldiers on the street, he can't ignore the memories evoked by the first barracks ballad. It is also difficult for him to forget the tall and mighty military green, and he can't erase the posture of walking with a straight chest and stomach in the barracks, and a strong and powerful posture, he has fully integrated into this fiery group.
He knew more in his heart that when he first came to be a soldier, he just wanted to jump out of the farm, if he continued to go back to the poor ravine, what would it mean, it meant that he lived a life facing the loess with his back to the sky like his father, which meant that he still had nothing as before, he ran to the company commander and cried and said that he wanted to stay and become a volunteer, he didn't want to go back to the poor ravine, he worked with the company commander for three years, in fact, the company commander's heart was also very painful, but staying in the team was limited by the quota quota, and the company commander spent a lot of effort to help Wang Feng fight for a retention index. In this way, Wang Feng stayed in the army as a volunteer, became a squad leader in the combat company, and began to train recruits, because food and clothing are in the army, and he can still get a salary every month, after the monthly salary is paid, Wang Feng kept a little pocket money for himself, and the rest of the money was sent to his parents in his hometown, he felt that he owed his parents too much, he was a soldier in distant Beijing, and he could not fulfill his filial piety, but his parents were frugal, and borrowed money to buy him a house in a small market town in order to become a family ...... in the future
Many years later, when I returned to my hometown after being discharged from the army, I watched countless nights, when the military horn came from the distant north like a snake, after waking up, I could no longer sleep, life was like chess, and I had no regrets. I miss those years of burning passion. I miss my old class leader, this abstract, blood-soaked and life-like name, because he is more important, warmer, and more charming than any other name. I don't know if the squad leader is still in the army all these years, whether he has changed jobs, and whether he has ...... after starting a family, I wish the squad leader a better tomorrow.
Text: Zhu Zhilu
Edited by Wang Xiaofu
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About author:Zhu Zhilu, middle ** member, bachelor degree, veteran, senior technician.
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