Back then, in the 40s, my dad was still a stunned young man. He often said, "Isn't a manly man just going to do a great job?" It happened that year that the country called for young people to enlist in the army, and my father saw that the opportunity had come.
On that day, when the receiving cadres passed by our village, my father didn't say a word, picked up his ancestral pistol, and chased after him. The cadre who received the troops was so frightened that he shouted as he ran: "Comrade, what are you doing?"
While chasing after me, my dad shouted, "I want to enlist in the army!" Seeing that he was so resolute, the receiving cadres had no choice but to make an exception for him to enlist in the army.
After my dad joined the army, he was like a fish in water, and with his extraordinary courage and wisdom, he quickly rose to prominence in the army. I remember when I was a child, he used to tell me about that time.
Once, my dad and the others were tasked with going behind enemy lines to carry out covert operations. At that time, I was not yet born, and my mother was pregnant with me at home waiting for news.
My dad and the others went deep behind enemy lines, but the enemy discovered their whereabouts. In the rain of bullets, my dad led his comrades to fight bravely to kill the enemy, and they fought their way out. In that operation, they not only completed the mission, but also captured a large number of enemy weapons.
Later, my father was promoted to marshal because of his outstanding military achievements. The year he retired, I was in my twenties. On that day, many of my father's old comrades-in-arms came to the house, and they reminisced about the past together, laughing constantly.
I remember an old comrade-in-arms asked my father, "When you chased the cadres with a pistol, did you calculate it a long time ago?" My father laughed: "When you were young, why did you think so much? I just thought that men should do something earth-shattering!"
That night, my dad was very drunk, and he hugged me and said, "Son, you have to remember that men have to be responsible, the country is in trouble, and husbands are responsible." You will also contribute to the country in the future, you know?"
I nodded, tears rolling in my eyes. I know that that is my father's lifelong belief and his greatest expectation for me.
Today, my dad is retired, but his story is still alive in our village. Whenever someone mentions "marshal", everyone will think of how the once stunned young man held a pistol, chased after the cadres who received the troops, and walked step by step to glory.
And I will keep in mind my father's teachings and strive to contribute to the country and the people. This is my dad's story, a story full of legends.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it has been several years since my dad retired. His body is still strong, but the years have carved their marks on his face. In the dead of night, I would accompany him and listen to him talk about those war-torn days.
One day, while my dad was sorting through his old things, he accidentally turned over a yellowed photo. In the photo, my dad and his comrades-in-arms are heroic, and behind them is a battlefield filled with gunpowder. He looked at the picture and was silent for a long time.
"Dad, what battle is this?" I asked softly.
My dad sighed, "This was our last operation behind enemy lines, and that time, we almost couldn't come back. ”
My eyes widened, and my dad continued, "That day, we were surrounded by the enemy, and the situation was very critical. The comrades-in-arms around me fell one by one, and I had only one thought in my heart, that is, I must lead everyone to rush out. ”
"How did you do that?" I asked eagerly.
My dad smiled slightly: "Unity and faith." We support each other, encourage each other, and use our lives to piece together the hope of victory. In the end, we succeeded, but that memory will always be engraved in our hearts. ”
I held my dad's hand and felt the warmth of his palm, a firmness that had gone through vicissitudes.
Soon after, my dad received an invitation to a party organized by one of his old comrades. My dad looked at the letter with a smile on his face that he hadn't seen in a long time.
On the day of the party, my dad put on a crisp military uniform and the medals on his chest shone brightly. I accompanied him into the party and immediately felt a warm atmosphere.
"Old man, I haven't seen you for many years, are you okay?" a gray-haired old man held my dad's hand tightly.
"How am I, how about you?" replied my dad with a smile.
At the party that day, my dad and his comrades-in-arms talked and laughed, as if they had returned to their youth. They tell stories of the battles and share each other's life experiences.
After the meeting, my dad said to me, "Son, you have to remember that life is like a battle, there will be setbacks, there will be difficulties, but as long as we have faith and courage, we can overcome everything." ”
I nodded, filled with emotion. I know that that is my father's lifelong faith, and it is also the most precious treasure he left me.
Now, I have taken over the baton from my dad and become a member of the family and country. Whenever I face difficulties, I always think of my father's story, and his bravery, determination and belief have become the driving force for me to move forward.
This is my dad's story, and this is my story. We will continue to inherit that faith and contribute to the country and the people. On this path, we will never give up and always move forward.
As the days passed, my dad's life gradually returned to peace. But I know that his heart is still boiling, and that blood has never cooled. Whenever there is a major national commemoration, my dad always wears that military uniform, the medal on his chest is still dazzling, and his eyes are firm and deep.
One day, I came home to find my dad sitting on the couch in the living room, a map in his hand, and a frown. I walked over and whispered, "Dad, what are you looking at?"
My dad raised his head, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes: "Son, you see, this is the place where we fought back then. I've been wondering if I can go and see those fallen comrades. ”
I was shocked, and I knew that it was my dad's eternal concern. I nodded: "Dad, I'll accompany you." ”
That's how our father and son decided on a trip. Packing our bags, we embark on a journey to discover the past.
Along the way, my dad's narration made me feel as if I had traveled back in time and space to that war-torn era. We came to a small mountain village in the middle of nowhere, where my dad and the others had fought fiercely.
My dad stood there in silence for a long time, and then said to me, "Son, this is the place that our comrades-in-arms have guarded with their lives. Many of them have remained on this land forever. ”
I looked at my dad's back, and a wave of respect welled up in my heart. My dad walked slowly to a stone tablet with the names of those who had fallen to arms. He gently stroked the stele, tears glistening in his eyes.
"Dad, they're all heroes. I whispered.
My dad nodded, "Yes, they're all heroes. Their sacrifices, we must not forget. ”
We were silent there for a long time, and then my dad said, "Son, do you know? I have always had a wish that the country will be more prosperous and the people will be able to live a peaceful and happy life." ”
I clasped my dad's hand: "Dad, your wish will definitely come true." We will continue to work hard for the sake of the country and the people. ”
After the trip, my dad seemed to be in a much better mood. He began to be more actively involved in the community, telling his story and conveying that patriotism.
And I, under the influence of my father, strengthened my beliefs. Every time I go on a mission, I think of my dad and his comrades, whose spirit inspires me and keeps me going.
This is my dad's story, and this is my story. We are all guarding this land and this peace in our own way. On this path, we will never stop, and we will always move forward towards the light with a sincere heart.
As the years went by, I gradually understood the emotion in my dad's heart. He was not only a warrior, but also a man with deep patriotic feelings. Growing up, he always led by example and taught me how to be a responsible person.
One day, I came home and found my dad sitting on the couch in the living room with a yellowed photo in his hand. In the photo, he is young and heroic, with a sparkle of determination and courage in his eyes. I walked over and whispered, "Dad, what are you looking at?"
My dad looked up, and there was a hint of memory in his eyes: "Son, this is a picture of your grandfather." He was also a warrior who spent his life serving his country. ”
I looked at that picture and felt a surge of respect in my heart. I asked my dad, "Dad, can you tell me the story of grandpa?"
My dad nodded and began to tell the story of his father. His voice was deep and powerful, as if it had taken me back in time and space to that war-torn era.
"Your grandfather was a brave and intelligent man, and he always led his comrades to charge on the battlefield. His eyes always sparkled with love for the country and care for the people. He told me that the greatest honor of a person is to dedicate oneself to the country and the people. ”
I listened to my dad's story, and my heart was full of admiration. I asked, "Dad, what do you want me to be?"
My dad looked at me with anticipation in his eyes: "I want you to be a responsible and responsible person." No matter what path you choose, you must remember that paying for the country and the people is the most meaningful thing in life. ”
I held my dad's hand tightly, and a strong determination welled up in my heart. I told my dad, "Dad, I will remember your words, and I will try my best to be a responsible person and give my strength to the country and the people." ”
Since then, I've worked harder to keep improving my abilities. Whether in study, work or life, I always follow my father's example and strive to practice his teachings. I know that only through my own efforts can I repay my father's expectations and contribute to the prosperity of the country.
This is my dad's story, and this is my story. We are all guarding this land and this peace in our own way. On this path, we will never stop, and we will always move forward towards the light with a sincere heart.