Contributor: Enthusiastic citizen Master Sun (Disclaimer: This article is not the author's personal experience, and is only processed and paraphrased according to the words of the contributor)
In 1983, I took on the position of the head of the cooking class, but I unexpectedly became friends with the secretary general.
This caused dissatisfaction among the instructor, who felt that I had seriously affected the discipline of the troops.
01
In 1983, an era full of ideals and passion, I stepped into the gate of the army, and my face was still a little immature and youthful.
It was in that vibrant spring that I received an unexpected appointment - the head of the cooking squad.
This is undoubtedly a daunting challenge for a new recruit.
I am responsible for managing a large cooking team, providing sufficient food and grass for my comrades, and ensuring that they are well fed and well-fed.
At that time, I was both excited and apprehensive.
I am excited to be able to take on the position of squad leader so soon and contribute to the troops;
I was worried about whether I would be able to do this job and satisfy my comrades.
However, with a mountain of commands, I accepted the challenge without hesitation.
In the cooking class, I got to know a group of enthusiastic and skilled comrades-in-arms.
Some of them are good at stir-frying, some are proficient in pastry, and some can make delicious dishes with simple ingredients.
With their help, I quickly became familiar with the work of the cooking class.
Every day, we get up early and stay late to prepare sumptuous meals for our comrades-in-arms in the army, so that they can taste the taste of home after the arduous training.
However, just as I was devoting myself to the cooking class, an unexpected person broke into my life, and he was the secretary general.
A division chief is an officer who is responsible for managing the logistics and supplies of the troops, and usually has a higher position and authority than a cooking squad leader.
However, I was surprised that he unexpectedly obeyed my commands.
At first, I thought it was just a random phenomenon.
Perhaps the secretary just wanted to know more about the work of the grassroots cooking class, so he deigned to listen to my arrangement for the time being.
However, as time went on, I found that the Secretary General was not a whim, he genuinely respected me, and even consulted me on important matters.
I was honored by this discovery, but I was also puzzled.
In the hierarchical collective of the army, why would the secretary of the department have so much respect for a cooking squad leader?
This question bothered me and sparked my curiosity.
I began to pay close attention to the words and actions of the Secretary of the Division, trying to find answers.
Just as I was about to unravel the mystery, the instructor's intervention disrupted it all.
He was shocked to learn that the Registrar was following my command.
In his opinion, this undoubtedly violated the hierarchy and chain of command of the troops.
In order to maintain discipline in the army, the instructor immediately transferred the chief of the division and replaced another officer.
This sudden change made me feel at a loss.
The originally harmonious cooking class became tense because of the instructor's intervention.
I understood that as a cooking squad leader, I had to lead my team through this turbulent time.
However, the back of the secretary secretary's departure filled my heart with regret and doubts.
02
The Chief of Minister, a figure of great importance in the army, is powerful enough to make every soldier fear him.
However, during my time as the head of the cooking squad, this admirable secretary showed me an unusual respect, which surprised me and made me the envy of my comrades.
That day, the sun was shining, and I was busy preparing lunch in the cooking class.
Suddenly, the secretary walked in, his gaze sweeping over the busy kitchen and finally landing on me.
I nervously stopped what I was doing and waited for him to check on our work.
However, unexpectedly, instead of dictating our work, he smiled and asked:
"Cooking squad leader, is there anything you need my help with today?"
This question made me stunned in place, and I didn't know how to answer for a while.
Since that day, the secretary has been in the cooking class often, and he not only cares about our work, but also often helps us solve some practical problems.
He treated me like an old friend, and the unbridled conversation made me feel a kind of respect that I had never felt before.
And I gradually discovered that this powerful secretary is actually a good cadre who loves the army and cares about the soldiers.
With the support of the Secretary General, the work of the cooking class led by me has become more impressive.
We continue to innovate dishes and improve cooking skills, so that our comrades-in-arms can eat better and better.
And the Secretary General is always there to help us at critical moments.
He will even get some extra supplies for us on some special days, so that his comrades-in-arms can feel the warmth of home.
I am honored by this respect and trust, and at the same time, I have a deep respect for the Secretary.
However, this harmonious relationship did not last long.
The intervention of the instructor put this special friendship to a severe test.
That day, the instructor called me into the office and told me solemnly:
"Cooking squad leader, do you know that you made a mistake? The secretary is a superior leader, how can you make him obey your command?"
I was stunned, my heart full of doubts and uneasiness.
I always thought that the Secretary of the Secretary would take such care of the cooking class out of trust and respect for me.
However, the instructor's words made me reflect on my own behavior.
Back in the cooking class, I looked at those hard-working comrades-in-arms with mixed feelings.
I began to wonder what was it that made the Secretary so respectful of me?
Does he really appreciate my cooking skills, or does he think I'm a trustworthy leader?
This question bothered me and kept me awake at night.
However, time doesn't stop because of my confusion.
With the intervention of the instructor, the secretary left our cooking class, and another unfamiliar face took his place.
I knew that from that moment on, my tenure as cooking squad leader was going to get even tougher.
But I also firmly believe that as long as I continue to work hard and lead the team to provide high-quality services to my comrades-in-arms, we will definitely be able to overcome this difficulty.
In the back of the secretary departing, I saw a deep helplessness.
Perhaps, he was also feeling sorry for our friendship.
However, life is always full of twists and turns, and it is these setbacks and challenges that allow us to continue to grow.
In the days to come, I will continue to explore that mystery and prove with my actions that I deserve the respect and trust of the Secretary.
And all this will become the most precious memories of my military career.
03
The instructor's intervention, like a sudden storm, instantly broke the calm of the cooking class.
That day, his face was gloomy as water, and his eyes revealed unmistakable firmness.
He walked into the cooking class and told me bluntly that the secretary had to be transferred.
I felt a pang of consternation, as if I had been poured a bucket of cold water over my head.
I knew that the instructor's decision was correct and that the discipline of the army could not be challenged, but my heart was full of contradictions and uneasiness.
The tacit understanding and cooperation between the Secretary and I has become an indispensable part of the cooking class.
Today, all this will be ruthlessly broken.
The instructor was resolute and he quickly arranged for a new Director to take over.
The new secretary was serious and rigorous, and his arrival made the atmosphere of the cooking class suddenly tense.
I tried to adjust my mindset and try to build a good relationship with the new director, but I always felt a sense of loss in my heart.
The intervention of the instructor is not only an adjustment to the secretary, but also a profound lesson for me.
He told me that as a squad leader, I must always remember my duties and identity, and I must not affect the discipline of the whole unit because of personal feelings.
His words revealed expectations for my growth and made me realize that as a soldier, I had to learn to find a balance between discipline and emotion.
In those days, the atmosphere in the cooking class became unusually oppressive.
Although the new secretary worked hard, his rigor and unsmiling made the originally energetic cooking class become silent.
My comrades-in-arms began to remember the secretary who once respected me and cared for us.
I could see that everyone's mood was heavy.
However, life always has to go on. As the leader of the cooking squad, I have to cheer up.
I began to take the initiative to communicate with the new Director to understand his working habits and requirements, and to try to adjust our working style to suit his management style.
Although there are many difficulties, I firmly believe that as long as we are united, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.
In the process, I gradually understood the good intentions of the instructors.
His intervention, although painful for me, was a boost to my growth.
He made me understand that as a leader, I must learn to find a balance between rules and emotions, both to maintain the discipline of the army and to care for and respect every comrade-in-arms.
As time passed, the cooking class gradually regained its former vitality.
Although the tacit understanding between the new director and us is not yet as good as before, we are all trying to adapt and work together to provide high-quality logistics support for our comrades-in-arms.
04
Although the intervention of the instructor brought a temporary turmoil, it also made us more mature and strong.
This experience made me deeply understand the importance of military discipline, and also made me understand the responsibilities and missions I shoulder as a squad leader.
In the days to come, I will continue to lead my team, stick to my post, and provide the best service to my comrades-in-arms.
The intervention of the instructor will be a valuable asset in my military career and motivate me to keep moving forward.
During those days, I often spent the night thinking alone trying to unravel the mystery.
I began to pay more attention to my comrades-in-arms around me, trying to find answers from them.
I have noticed that leaders who are respected not only have great ability and charisma, but more importantly, they know how to respect and care for others.
I am deeply inspired by this, and perhaps the respect that the Secretary has shown me is a manifestation of this leadership art.
Over time, I gradually came to accept the fact that
Perhaps, I will never fully understand the real reason why the Secretary respects me.
But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that this experience has taught me a truth:
In the big family of the military, respect and trust are mutual, and they need to be constantly accumulated and cared for in daily work.
I began to incorporate this respect and trust into my work, not only with the secretary general, but also with every comrade-in-arms, and I showed as much respect and care as possible.
I have found that this attitude not only makes the team more harmonious, but also makes me more mature and confident.
For the remainder of my tenure as Cooking Squad Leader, I continued to lead my team with this respect and trust.
We overcame the adaptation problems of the new director, resolved the embarrassing situation caused by the intervention of the instructor, and provided the best service to the comrades-in-arms of the unit with unity and hard work.
And the enigmatic secretary general, although he has left the cooking class, his respect and trust have become the most valuable wealth in my military career.
It is like a beacon that illuminates my path forward and enables me to remain steadfast in the years to come, no matter what challenges I face.
05
The instructor's intervention is like a storm passing through, and although it brings chaos and challenges, it will eventually pass.
In the aftermath, my tenure as a cooking squad leader became more complex, but also more meaningful.
The arrival of the new Director means that we need to re-establish understanding and trust, and I have to face the challenges of this change.
The new Secretary has a very different style from the previous Director, and his rigor and meticulousness have changed the pace of work in the cooking class.
I started trying to adapt to his way of working, while also making sure my team was unaffected and continued to function efficiently.
It's not an easy task, and every adjustment is like navigating the waves and needs to be handled carefully.
In the face of these challenges, I did not back down.
I knew that as a leader, I had to be on the front lines and shelter my team from the elements.
I took the initiative to communicate with the new Director to understand his expectations and needs, while also communicating to him the ideas and difficulties of our team.
Through constant communication, misunderstandings between us gradually decreased, and cooperation became smoother.
However, the real challenge is not in getting in touch with the new director, but in maintaining the team's morale and cohesion in the midst of the change.
I know that only by working together can we overcome all difficulties.
Therefore, I organized a series of team activities to strengthen the communication between comrades-in-arms, so that everyone can feel the warmth of the collective in addition to busy work.
During these difficult days, I realized more deeply the responsibility of being a cooking squad leader.
I not only want to make sure that my comrades-in-arms are well fed, but also care about their physical and mental health.
Whenever I see everyone sitting around enjoying a delicious meal, and the laughter echoes in the cooking class, I feel that all the effort is worth it.
As time passed, the cooking class gradually regained its former vitality.
The new director has gradually integrated into our team, and his rigor and seriousness have brought us a new style of work.
In the process, I have also learned to be more flexible and resilient in the face of challenges.
The aftermath subsided, and my term as cooking squad leader was coming to an end.
Looking back, I am filled with emotion.
This experience not only made me grow into a more mature soldier, but also taught me the importance of respect, trust and teamwork.
I deeply realize that whether it is in the military or in life, every challenge and change is an opportunity for us to grow.
In the days to come, no matter where I am, this experience as a cooking squad leader will be a valuable asset to me.
I will take this experience with me and continue to move forward and take on new challenges.
And those comrades-in-arms who fought side by side with me, their smiling faces and figures will forever remain in my memory and inspire me to keep moving forward.