A station of the Air Force in the Eastern Theater
Liao Hongcheng
Before I could unload my luggage, I got out of the car and headed straight for the field company, my old unit. Since I left the company after Tigan, this is the first time in a year that I have returned to "home".
When the psychology of wandering and hesitation kept intertwining in my heart, I understood what is more timid about near "hometown". After a year, people will not have forgotten me, right? The feeling of trepidation, excitement and anticipation made my steps even tremble a little. When I pushed open the door of the former dormitory, a young and strange face looked at me in amazement, only to see sergeant Liu Tianci, who was sitting in the middle, rush forward with an arrow and give me a strong punch, "Xiao Liao, you belong to the cat, how come you came back without a sound?" The anxiety in my heart was instantly put down, and the scenes of the past were like movie pictures, slowly rising in my heart.
▲Wang Yong, the old squad leader, led the squad members to repair the damaged road surface
I remembered that every morning, facing the morning sun and with the breeze, our figures would appear on the runway on time: carrying broomsticks, hunched over, standing in a row, looking around with their eyes, striding forward, carefully inspecting the runway. It's not an easy job, it has to be done with your heart, eyes, hands, scattered pebbles, leaves blown down by the wind, asphalt blocks falling from cracks in the road, and mottled shell casings... You never know, the next second, what "surprises" you'll find. We will put these "booty" into categories in the "treasure chest" of the old squad leader Wang Yong, in his spare time, he always likes to tell us stories about these "booty", often admonishing us to be careful when going to the runway, the more "booty", the safer our plane! This runway, he swept for 23 years, perseverance and dedication, has long become a part of life. Sweat, sprinkled on the runway, in the glow of the morning light, has the luster of the medal.
▲The driver of the field service company drives a snow blower to blow out the snow on the runway
▲ Officers and men of the field company swept away the snow on the runway
I remember the first time I cleared the snow. At that time, I was still a new recruit, it was the morning of the fourth day of the Chinese New Year, everyone was still immersed in the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival, but unexpectedly a blizzard suddenly arrived, sweeping the entire airport. Snow is the order, and the battle has begun. Everyone picked up sleighs, picked up brooms, and went straight to the airport despite the cold. After assigning the area of responsibility, everyone stood in a row, the sleighs next to each other, and everyone bowed their waists, pushing the snow out of the runway. Even the snowblower came, only to see it driving at full horsepower, emitting a huge roar, following the direction of the runway, repeating again and again, "brushing" the original color of the runway on the white background board. Unable to distinguish between sweat and snow, everyone's training clothes were soaked, in exchange for the collective victory of the "Snow Clearance Battle". On the runway, we, the steaming field guards above our heads, and the battle eagles lined up in the distance, formed a moving picture. That scene was deep in my heart.
▲ After the blizzard, the bird repellent uses a telescope to observe the birds
I think of the scorching summer when the sun was scorching, the sun was scorching the earth, and the bird driver Liu Tianci led me from the morning to the end of the night, and kept in the field, my cheeks and hands were tanned. I often hear him say, "As long as the War Eagle can take off and land safely, what is the black spot of our field staff?" "Whether it is cold winter or summer and summer, day or night, you can always see the busy figure of the bird driving class at the airport, perseverance and dedication, which is the work creed of Liu Banchang and the daily portrayal of all bird repellents."
The field service company is the starting point of my military career; the field affairs are engraved with the background of perseverance and dedication. It is like a seed, planted in my heart, and the sweat of several years has allowed it to break through the soil and blossom into a seemingly unremarkable, but tenacious and tenacious spiritual flower. I want to be like my squad leaders, down-to-earth, conscientious, silent dedication, guard the blue sky, no matter how ordinary the post is, but also through their own efforts to make the post shine. With such an ideal, I strive to move forward step by step. The two years in the field were short and fleeting, but those two years were also very long, after all, what I learned here was enough for me to use for the rest of my life.
▲The fire brigade organized an airport fire fighting drill
▲ After the author (first left), he took photos with his comrades in front of the honor wall of the unit
At the end of last year, our company once again won the honor of the "four irons" advanced unit, which is also the 30th consecutive year that the company has been rated as advanced. I am proud, proud of being a steward; I am honored, because this honor also imprints my efforts.
"Measuring the earth with both feet, holding up the war eagle with both hands..." The song sounded, and before I knew it, everyone had gathered. With a sonorous melody, I involuntarily hummed softly. For a moment, I seemed to be in the queue, singing this song with everyone.
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Article author
Liao Hongcheng
Picture author
Wu Shuai Cao Fujian
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