I miss the old father who was the People's Liberation Army
Author: Dai Zhongqun
My son, who works as a news editor at a television station, used his spare time to make a photo album for me and use photos to talk about vicissitudes.
On Sunday, father and son went through the old photos that had been sealed for many years, and that photo was an unforgettable moving family book, turning over, there was an old yellowing photo that had experienced nearly half a century, in which I was holding my two-year-old son and snuggled up next to my father, which was a group photo of three generations of grandchildren, the father was amiable, kind-eyed, humble and courteous looking ahead, and my son and I had my father as a backer.
Savor this group photo: the father is the father of the family, I am the eldest of the sons, my son is the eldest of the grandchildren, the group photo of the three "bosses" has a different charm, it is really "ingenious", "unique", at this time, the son who has been a reporter for many years "hammered out" and said: "It is it."
In the face of this old photo, I looked back repeatedly, and suddenly looked back, remembering the past of my old father who was once the People's Liberation Army.
▲ The author (right) with a father and son in the early seventies
In the 1940s, in the year of my birth, my father, as a well-known "Tianzhu Middle School" high-caliber student in Anhui, was directly guaranteed to Anhui University, and on the eve of graduation, the "Battle of Huaihai" was launched, for the liberation of New China and the happiness of the people, my father and a large number of aspiring college students resolutely threw themselves into the Great Revolution and joined the ranks of the East China Field Army of the Chinese People's Liberation Army.
▲My father took a photo in the army that year
"Forward! forward! forward! Our team faces the sun, steps on the land of the motherland, carries the hope of the nation,...... "bravely move forward!" On the battlefield of the "Battle of Huaihai", my father became a field propagandist, galloping in the smoke of gunfire and growing up in the artillery fire.
▲His father served as a staff officer in the headquarters of the military region
Later, his father moved with the field army to the north and south of the great river, and as a propaganda officer in the headquarters of the military region, he always maintained the true color of a soldier. In the early 1950s, war broke out on the peninsula, and at the sound of an order, he participated in the Battle to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea with the volunteer army "majestic and vigorous, and crossed the Yalu River."
In the forward positions where the clouds of war were thick, he and the field propaganda detachment braved the rain of bullets and bullets to take advantage of the fierce battle gaps in the battlefield to carry out field propaganda. Once, in the tunnels of the forward position, my father blew a "Military Song of the Eighth Route Army" with the harmonica he carried with him, and the moving harmonica sound relaxed the atmosphere of the battlefield, and the intoxicating melody inspired the soldiers to face a more brutal and vicious battle, bravely move forward with thorns and thorns, and fight hard for the revolution to win victory.
My father's military style has always been engraved in my heart. My father transferred from the army to the local area, worked in the cultural bureau of the county government, which was originally a profession of "drought and flood protection", when the county's new senior high school was built, there was a shortage of foreign language teachers, and the "county grandfather" mobilized my father to take on "heavy responsibilities", and had a father who was proficient in English and Russian, two foreign languages, just as the military song "Chairman Mao's Soldiers Listen to the Party's Words The Most" sang: "Where you need to go, where you are hard, where you settle down." In that way, he obeyed the arrangement without hesitation, went to the school to become a foreign language teacher, in an ordinary post, conscientious, no complaints, one work is a lifetime, "a righteous temperament, two sleeves of fresh wind" harvested "peach and plum all over the world."
In his work, my father always maintained the fierce style of the soldiers, and the military song "Say Fight and Fight" sang: "Fight when you say fight, do what you say, practice the gun in your hand, the bayonet grenade..." At that time, he taught English in the third year of high school, at the critical moment of reviewing the exam, students needed to tutor the teaching materials, due to the printing reasons in the field, the tutoring teaching materials were not in place in time, in order not to delay the review of the students, he immediately used an iron pen to carve wax paper on the steel plate, the carved wax paper was pasted on the yarn net of the mimeograph machine, with a roller dipped in ink, pressed down, rolled again, one by one lecture notes were printed out, dried all night, early the next morning, the English tutoring teaching materials that still emitted the fragrance of ink were sent to the hands of students.
Influenced by my father's military temperament, I also showed a hidden military style in the course of my life. After I graduated from college and went to the army for two years to exercise, Zaozhuang reported, and the staff of the Organization Department took out a "dispatch order" and asked me to work in a remote middle school. At the end of the eighties, in order to go to the Shandong Provincial Radio Management Committee to approve tv channels for television stations, I went back and forth more than ten times, in the era when traffic was still underdeveloped, I often went in the morning and rushed back at night, "between the lines" revealed the shadow of the military style, and at that time I always wanted to work hard and have no complaints, because I was a descendant of soldiers.
In the "most difficult time of three years," two comrades-in-arms who were also staff officers in the headquarters of the military region learned of their father's situation and found their father to help, because these two comrades-in-arms were already important leaders in the province at that time, and it was easy to help. However, the father did not want to vulgarize the pure friendship between the comrades established in the war, so he politely declined, and after the colleague learned of this, he bluntly said that some people could not find the door for "touching relatives and bringing the old", and this good thing sent to the door was not wanted, too bookish to be angry. But that's the big heart of my military father.
At the end of the 80s, I planned to go up another level in my career, and I wanted my father to give me a "ladder", because my father's students held key posts in the city, and "one-sentence things" could be accomplished. Later, after their own hard work, they also reached the "other side of the ideal".
Late at night, under the hazy moonlight, I "silently read" my father, who was once a member of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, in its entirety: he was a college student and revolutionary soldier in the 1940s, a Chinese volunteer army and a demobilized soldier in the 1950s, a people's teacher in the 1960s, who threw himself into the battlefield of the "Battle of Huaihai" in the mighty mountains and rivers, crossed the front line of the "War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea" filled with gun smoke, experienced the "state civil servant" organs that scrupulously fulfilled his duties, and finally settled on the square inch podium of the "engineer of the human soul.", full of ups and downs, and endured vicissitudes , conscientious, no complaints, no complaints, "a body of righteousness, two sleeves of fresh wind". This is the style of the soldiers, the feelings of the soldiers.
(Some of the pictures are from the network to thank the original author)
December 9, 2021
Editor: Fang Yingxin,"White Wave Love"