When did you throw away your pile of rags, it's been more than ten years. ”
Every time I hear my daughter-in-law's nagging words in my ear, I can only sigh helplessly.
Since I was discharged from the army, I have collected a lot of old things that I had accumulated decades ago from my hometown, and I was reluctant to throw them away even after I moved.
For me, these "rags" not only contain my most sincere emotions, but also have good memories with my comrades-in-arms.
But I never expected that someone would come to my door to ** these things, and even did not hesitate to buy them.
But when I made it clear that what the other party really wanted to buy was a parting gift from the old head of the regiment, I directly rejected it.
Contributor: Mr. Zhang (Disclaimer: This article is not my own experience, it is based on the narrator's words).In 1976, the year completely changed my life, I was no longer a naughty little ghost in the compound, nor was I a bad student who made my parents ashamed, I successfully put on a proud military uniform, and ushered in the envious eyes of my neighbors.
It was in this year that I began the most important period of my life, and even the fond memories of it affect me to this day.
At that time, everyone was proud to join the army, and how many young talents dreamed of being able to become soldiers and embark on a journey to serve the country.
But not everyone has such an opportunity, and even I couldn't believe that I would be able to become a soldier in the future.
When the news came from the supply and marketing cooperative, I couldn't wait to jump three feet high and vent all my joy.
The congratulatory figures of the people around me made me flutter, and the places I once dreamed of were now at my fingertips, and I even felt that God favored me for a while.
When I was about to leave, I couldn't sleep all night, and my excitement was completely swept over, and even my mother joked that my heart had flown away.
When I got on the stuffy tanker, I felt the sorrow of leaving home, turned my head to look at the relatives and friends who saw me off behind me, and the sour mood in my heart suddenly emerged, even decades later, I still remember it vividly.
As the street scenery continued to move backwards, I began to look forward to the unfamiliar environment, not knowing what my future comrades-in-arms would be like and what the outcome of my military career would be.
But when I arrived at the boot camp, I realized that my previous fantasies were simply wrong, and even those good memories could not be seen.
When I first arrived at the barracks, almost everyone looked around, and their expressions were still a little uneasy.
But for a group of young and vigorous young men, these uneasy emotions have long been filled with expectations for the future.
But what I never expected was that the first month of training made many people complain.
The intense training pressure tormented the recruits every day, and everyone almost fell asleep at night, no longer having the same vitality as before.
At that time, I always thought that I was the most special one among the recruits, and whether it was personal quality or athletic ability, I would be outstanding.
But after a month of training, I no longer have unrealistic ideas, whether it is standing in the military posture or practicing, I am not among the best, and even have a faint tendency to count.
Faced with this situation, I am naturally very anxious, seeing that my comrades-in-arms around me have slowly adapted to military life, but I still grind out blisters on my feet during training.
To be honest, it's not like I've never thought of giving up, but whenever I have the idea of backing down, the anticipation of my family's farewell is always in my mind.
I can't imagine what the neighbors' eyes will be if I run away, and I don't dare to face my mother's disappointed eyes.
For me at the time, the sting of those eyes was far more painful than the hard training now.
I thought about surviving for a day, and in this way, day after day of perseverance allowed me to successfully adapt to military life, and I was no longer a rookie egg, but became a squad leader.
It was at this time that I met the old head of the regiment that I will never forget in my life.
After many comrades-in-arms got to know the old regiment commander, they all praised and admired me, and they told me that the old regiment commander was the best commander.
It was at this time that I became extremely curious about the true appearance of the old regimental leader, and what kind of person could be called "the best chief".
With this kind of thought, I finally saw the true face of the old head of Lushan, but to my disappointment, the old head was not as majestic as I imagined.
He is not tall, has an unremarkable face, and speaks in a hoarse voice.
In my imagination, the old head of the regiment should be burly, speaking like a day, and his every move is majestic.
But the amiable and casual man in front of me completely surprised me.
Perhaps my shock was too strong, the old regiment commander noticed my gaze, and the company commander next to me also scolded me for my behavior.
The old head of the regiment just stopped the questioning with a smile, called out my name accurately, and said that I had no problems.
I was taken aback when I heard the words of the old regiment leader, and I never thought that he, as the regiment leader, would know my name.
The old regiment commander did not explain too much, and continued to carry out his own patrol mission, but at night I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.
My comrade-in-arms may have seen my doubts, and he told me that almost every veteran regiment commander knows everything, even his family situation.
When I heard this, I didn't believe it, I didn't want to believe that the old head of the regiment had such a godly skill.
But as time went by, the contact between me and the old head became more and more, and the more I learned, the more I admired.
No matter how big or small things are, the old head can arrange them in an orderly manner, whether it is in daily training or knowledge reserves, the old head has always been on the list.
Looking at such an excellent old leader, I couldn't help but have infinite motivation in my heart, wanting to catch up with him behind.
With my unremitting efforts, I was finally promoted to platoon commander, one step closer to my original dream.
However, although my position was promoted, I felt more and more difficult, and at that time I couldn't help but wonder if I was this material.
Many comrades-in-arms saw my doubts and came to me to persuade me, but the pressure of day by day still made me languish.
It was the old head of the regiment who heard about me and called me over to talk, and the conversation was like a chatter, so that I didn't feel the distance at all.
It was at this time that I admired the old regiment commander, whether it was at work or in daily life, the old regiment commander was always able to solve everything perfectly, which was nothing more than so many comrades-in-arms praised him.
And I was no exception, at that time I had great respect for the old head of the regiment, and I worked harder.
But what I never expected was that the old regiment commander would eventually leave us one day, and there was always a small rumor circulating in the barracks at that time, that is, the old regiment commander was about to be transferred.
When they heard the news at that time, everyone couldn't believe it, and they didn't understand why the old regiment leader, who everyone praised, was transferred.
And after I learned the news, I couldn't help but feel sad and reluctant to let the old head leave.
When the news was really announced, almost everyone's mood was lowered, and the old head couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this scene.
But the parting will still come after all, and we held a farewell party for the old head of the group at that time, and many people wrote letters to the old head of the group.
When it was my turn, I couldn't get anything, and my comrades made fun of me, and I immediately stood there with a red face.
The old head just patted me on the shoulder and said that he had great expectations for me in the future and must persevere.
Looking at the expectant eyes of the old leader, I agreed loudly on the spot.
When night fell, I went into a state of insomnia again, and to be honest, a lot of time had passed between the time I joined the army and the time the old regiment commander left, and these days of tempering have made me mature.
But for the old regiment commander, I am always at a loss like a hairy boy, in my life in the army, the old regiment commander has helped me a lot, whether it is the work situation or personal life, even when my mother is sick, the old regiment commander did not hesitate to give me his own allowance.
With that in mind, I decided to thank the old leader, and I hope that I will not regret it in the future.
When I came to the old leader's office, the old head was still working at the desk, and he just smiled when he saw me come in.
Xiao Zhang, just when you came, I can relax a bit. ”
After that, the old head of the regiment asked me to sit down, and even took out a bottle of wine from the cupboard.
I'm leaving tomorrow, and it's a bit reluctant to think about it. ”
I watched the old head caressing the bottle of wine, his expression was full of affection, maybe when the wind was sad, I immediately said that I drank and saw it off.
But the old master refused me and put the bottle in front of me.
Xiao Zhang: I remember that you enlisted in the army in 76? "Yes! Head! ”
Don't be so serious, we're just chattering. ”
The year you enlisted in the army happened to be the year I was promoted, do you say it's a coincidence? ”
Saying this, the old head raised his head, and the same hoarse voice came out.
It's a bit reluctant.
Hearing the words of the old leader, I was already in tears, and those memories were my most precious things, and they were also immeasurable treasures.
The old head of the regiment babbled a lot of things to me, and finally pushed the bottle of wine directly in front of me.
I looked at this bottle of wine with a puzzled face, I couldn't understand what the old head meant, the old head just smiled and said that this was a parting gift.
I hurriedly excused myself, how could the person who saw off the person who left give a parting gift if he didn't give a gift.
The old head finally got a little impatient under my excuse, and directly said that this was the last order.
I looked at the old leader's thinning hair, and tears finally fell.
Life has returned to normal since then, but the voice that once reminded us again and again in a hoarse voice not to give up has finally disappeared.
Now, time flies, and I have already reached retirement age, and I have become an idle old man at home.
After all, those proud and wanton times are gradually leaving me, but I will always remember those good memories when I joined the army, and even the bedding and supplies I used to have retained.
The bottle of wine that the old head gave me was even more treasured by me.
Until one day, someone suddenly came to the door and said that he wanted to ** the equipment I used when I was a soldier, and even bought it at any cost.
When I heard this, I was confused, I didn't understand how someone would come to the door to buy it, but when I understood it clearly, I found out that it was my son's idea, and the ** person was also for the bottle of wine!
After hearing the ins and outs, anger suddenly surged into my heart, and I couldn't wait to scold angrily "no descendants"!
* The person standing there was also a little embarrassed when he saw my attitude, and quickly said that he was willing to bid 100,000 yuan to buy the bottle of wine.
When I heard this number, my daughter-in-law and son's eyes lit up, but when they saw my atmosphere, they still hesitated.
Dad, how long has it been here, things are still placed, it's better to improve your life. ”
After hearing this, I was so angry that I couldn't stand up, and immediately took out my crutches to drive the people in the ** station away.
Seeing this situation, the person at the ** station was also worried that something would happen, and immediately left my house.
I turned around and told my son, "I'm telling you, I don't sell a penny of my stuff!" ”
My son was also very angry when he saw my brother's appearance, so he had a big fight on the spot and left the house.
I don't regret it, you say I did the right thing?