In July 1976, after receiving a telegram from the troops, I rushed to the company, which was my first visit to the army after I married him. His office became the "mansion" for both of us.

In July 1976, after receiving a telegram from the troops, I rushed to the company, which was my first visit to the army after I married him.

His office became our "mansion", and two benches were placed next to the single bed, and two wooden boards became our beds. Three meals a day are eaten on a large stove, and the meal is also eaten according to the prescribed time. Go to the breakfast is not good, go late no food to eat, the meal missed, do not make up after the meal. I am a military sister-in-law, and it is a great opportunity to have the opportunity to experience the tense, orderly, serious and lively life of a soldier.

Nineteen days of vacation are fleeting, and it's time for me to go home. At this time he said: "The work here is too busy, I can't leave, you can go home by yourself." "Saying that he handed me a ticket, I took the ticket and felt sour. But no way, I know, that's what the military sister-in-law is. While he was packing his bags, the clerk came in and said happily: "Captain, the staff officer of the regiment just called and said that the regiment has approved you for seven days of leave, and this time you can send your sister-in-law home!" "When I heard this, I was really happy, and even the action of packing my bags was much more demanding.

We hurried all the way to the station, got to the station, and it took a lot of effort to buy him a ticket. When I got to the waiting room, it was crowded and sweltering, but as long as I was around, I wasn't afraid of anything.

The departure time was approaching, and we were crowded through the ticket gate and squeezed onto the train. The carriage is more crowded than the waiting room, whether it is to go or stop yourself, it is not counted, it can only be passively moved around. It was really people who were crowded, people were crowded, and as soon as the feet were lifted, I didn't want to put them down again, and then I really realized what it meant to be on the ground. Because the air in the carriage is not circulating, coupled with the smell of sweat, smoke, and foot odor mixed together, it is really breathless. Suddenly I felt my heart beating faster, breathing difficult, weak, just wanted to turn back to tell him, I didn't know anything when it was dark...

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was a circle of faces dangling in front of me, from blur to clarity. What was heard was also the discussion of people: "Great, finally woke up, it seems that it is all right." "The faces in front of me are so strange, and the eyes are also a little cool and spicy." I turned my head to look for it, and finally I saw a familiar face, his face covered in sweat, which flowed down the tip of his nose and chin, his eyes fixed on me, one arm holding my head, the other hand constantly rubbing on my temple.

After a while, I slowly regained my memory, remembering the crowded station, the crowded carriage, the sudden darkness in front of me. It turned out that the air in the carriage was not circulating, which caused my brain to lack oxygen and fainted. After fainting, everyone gave me a place, and a kind sister took out cool oil and asked him to wipe it for me...

Decades have passed, and I am afraid to think about this family visit, but more often than not. Because it's nice to lean on his shoulders, it's nice to have everyone's help.

- A military sister-in-law