It was a turbulent time, and in 1980, I put on my military uniform and threw myself into the world called the barracks. The battalion commander was a serious middle-aged man with unquestionable firmness in his eyes. He saw that I was a bit literate, so he asked me to write a report on the life of our troops.
I remember that it was a hot summer day, and our battalion received an urgent mission: to go to a remote mountain village to support flood relief. After receiving the order, we immediately packed our bags and rushed to the disaster area.
When I got there, I will never forget the scene in front of me. Flood-ravaged villages are devastated and in shambles. The battalion commander decisively ordered us to divide into several groups and plunge into the intense rescue work.
My group was assigned to a home named Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu is in her 70s and lives there alone, and her home has been washed away by the flood. We didn't have to take a break, so we immediately helped her clean up the mud and move the furniture from the house.
Just as we were busy, we suddenly heard someone outside shouting, "Come on, someone's overboard!" I saw a child struggling in the flood and the situation was critical.
Without saying a word, the battalion commander took off his clothes and jumped into the flood. We were anxious on the shore and nervously watched as the battalion commander struggled to swim towards the children. At that moment, it was as if time had frozen.
The battalion commander finally caught the child and sent him to the shore. We quickly picked up the child and gave him artificial respiration. Fortunately, the child only choked on a few mouthfuls of water and was fine. Aunt Liu excitedly held the hand of the battalion commander, tears rippling: "Thank you for saving my grandson's life!"
The relief effort lasted three days and three nights, and we finally completed our mission. Before leaving, the villagers sent us far away, and we were reluctant. At that moment, I understood the mission and glory of the military.
Back at the camp, I set out to write a report on the rescue operation. The battalion commander read my manuscript and said with a smile: "It is well written, but we must write all the heroic deeds of our soldiers into it, so that more people know their contributions." ”
After the report was completed, I handed it over to my superiors. Soon, that report aroused strong repercussions inside and outside the military. The battalion commander patted me on the shoulder: "Boy, well done, we have won glory for our battalion." ”
During that time, the atmosphere in our camp was particularly harmonious. Everyone was proud of that story. However, the good times were short-lived, and an even greater test was coming.
One day, we received an order to carry out a special mission: to rescue our comrades who had been captured by enemy troops. This is undoubtedly a tough battle, the enemy is strong, but we cannot back down.
Under the leadership of the battalion commander, we carefully planned and launched a thrilling rescue operation. After a fierce battle, we managed to rescue our comrades, but at a terrible cost.
That battle gave me a deeper understanding of the responsibilities and responsibilities of soldiers. I wrote a report on this operation to commemorate those comrades-in-arms who bravely sacrificed their lives for the country and the people.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have been in the army for many years. Those days spent with the battalion commander became the most precious memories of my life. And those reports have witnessed our youth and enthusiasm.
Now, I have left the barracks, but that history is forever engraved in my heart. Those comrades-in-arms, those stories, are always worth remembering. The words of the battalion commander still echo in my ears: "Remember, you are a soldier and must always serve the people. "I will always remember this sentence and pass it on.
Time is like flowing water, constantly passing, but it washes away the bits and pieces of memory. In those years, under the leadership of the battalion commander, we went through tests again and again, and each time I understood more deeply what it means to be a soldier.
I remember it was an autumn evening, the sun was setting like blood, and we had just finished a live-fire exercise. Everyone was exhausted, but morale was still high. The battalion commander walked up to me with a rare smile on his face: "You, come with me." ”
I followed the battalion commander to an open field. He stopped and looked into the distance with far-reaching eyes: "You have performed well in this exercise. However, the next task may be even more daunting. ”
My heart tightened, knowing that the words of the battalion commander meant that there would be another tough battle to be fought. The battalion commander turned to look at me and said in a firm tone: "We are going on a special mission to protect the security of the frontier. ”
The mission was secret, and we were sent to a remote outpost. The conditions were tough, but we had a strong belief in our hearts. The battalion commander was always the first to get up and the last to rest, and his figure stood particularly tall in the cold wind.
One night, we were suddenly attacked by the enemy. In the darkness, the gunshots rang out one after another, and the battalion commander and I fought back back with all our might. The enemy fire was fierce, and we were trapped in a hut.
"We must break through!" shouted the battalion commander, his voice unusually calm amid the gunfire.
We decided to split into two groups and break through from both sides. I was in charge of leading a group, and I was nervous and uneasy. But when I saw the resolute eyes of the battalion commander, I knew I couldn't back down.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, we managed to break through and rendezvous at the predetermined location. That night, we repelled several enemy attacks and defended the security of the outpost.
After the battle, I looked at the battalion commander and my heart was full of respect: "Battalion commander, we won." ”
The battalion commander nodded, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes: "Yes, we won." But, remember, victory always belongs to those who are most prepared. ”
After that, we went through many similar missions. Every time it was a matter of life and death, and every time it was relying on each other's trust and courage that we survived.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have been in the army for many years. The battalion commander also gradually developed gray hair, but his eyes were still as firm as ever. Every day we spent in the barracks became an indelible memory for my life.
Until one day, I received a notice to be discharged from the military. I found the battalion commander, and his eyes were full of reluctance: "You are a good soldier, and when you go to the locality, you will continue to serve the people." ”
I held the battalion commander's hand tightly: "Battalion commander, I will remember your words for the rest of my life." ”
After being discharged from the army, I returned to my hometown and started a new life. But I have never forgotten the words of the battalion commander, and I have not forgotten the tempering in the barracks in those years. Whenever I think of those days, my heart is always filled with pride and gratitude. Those years spent with the battalion commander will always be my most valuable treasure.
Life after being discharged from the army was very different from the barracks, and I began my ordinary and busy days. However, there is always an inseparable emotion in my heart, that is, I miss the battalion commander and my comrades-in-arms.
One weekend, I decided to visit the camp commander. Walking through the familiar streets, I came to the gate of the camp. The sentry saw me and saluted, and I responded with a smile, a warm current welling up in my heart.
The battalion commander was busy in the office, and when he saw me coming in, he stood up in surprise: "Why are you here?"
I smiled and handed him a box of tea: "Come and see you, battalion commander." This is what I brought from my hometown, I hope you like it. ”
The battalion commander took the tea, and a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes: "Thank you, remember me." ”
We sat down and talked about the old days. The battalion commander told me that although life is much calmer now, he still maintains the vigilance and sense of responsibility of a soldier at all times.
"You know, I once dreamed of the days when we were together on missions. The battalion commander said with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.
I nodded: "I also often think about those days, battalion commander. Although it is hard, it is the most precious treasure in our lives. ”
The battalion commander sighed: "Yes, those comrades-in-arms, those youth, have become memories. But we must remember to serve the people wherever we are. ”
We were silent for a while, and then the battalion commander suddenly said, "Actually, I've been planning a veterans' gathering recently, so you can come and attend it too." ”
My eyes widened, "Really? That's great! It's great to see everybody again." ”
The day of the party soon came, and I put on my long-lost military uniform again. Walking into the gathering and seeing the familiar faces, my heart was full of excitement and joy.
The battalion commander stood on the stage and gave a short but enthusiastic speech: "We used to be a heroic team, and now although we go our separate ways, our hearts are always together. Today, let's reminisce about the past and look forward to the future. ”
After the meeting, we hugged each other and agreed to keep in touch often. When I got home, I looked at the photos of the party and was filled with emotion. In those years in the barracks, the life and death we experienced together, the days and nights we spent together, have become our eternal bond.
As time passed, I started a new job and became a regular clerk. But I have always maintained the style of a soldier, rigorous, self-disciplined, and courageous.
Whenever I encounter difficulties in my work, I am reminded of the words of the battalion commander: "Remember, you are a soldier and must always serve the people." This sentence has become my motivation to move forward, allowing me to shine in my new position.
The years are like a song, and youth is like a dream. The days I spent with the battalion commander in those years will forever be engraved in my heart. No matter where I go, I will remember that responsibility and glory, continue to serve the people, and continue to write the legend that belongs to our soldiers.
Time flies like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, I have entered middle age. The battalion commander is also retired, but he still maintains the demeanor of a soldier and often shares his retirement life with me. Our connection has never been broken, and we care about each other's lives.
One day, I received a call from the battalion commander in a slightly heavy voice: "I have not been in good health lately and may need to be hospitalized for observation for a while. ”
My heart tightened suddenly, and I hurriedly asked, "Battalion commander, what's wrong with you?
The battalion commander replied softly: "It's okay, it's just that I'm old and has some minor physical problems." You don't have to worry too much, I'll take care of myself. ”
Although the battalion commander said it lightly, I was still reassured. Over the weekend, I decided to visit him. When I walked into the hospital and saw the battalion commander lying on the hospital bed, my heart was mixed.
I sat on the edge of the bed and held the battalion commander's hand tightly: "Battalion commander, you have to take care of your health, we still have a lot of agreements to fulfill together." ”
The battalion commander smiled: "Don't worry, I will." You also have to take care of yourself and don't worry me. ”
During my days at the hospital, I reminisced about the time we spent together. Those arduous trainings and life-and-death battles have become our most precious memories. The battalion commander is not only my leader, but also my family, and we have spent so many unforgettable days together.
After a period of treatment, the battalion commander's body gradually recovered. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I accompanied him back home. The battalion commander was full of emotion: "Thank you for your care and care all the time, you are like my family." ”
I replied with a smile: "Battalion commander, you're welcome. The relationship between us has long surpassed that of comrades-in-arms and become relatives. ”
The battalion commander smiled and nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. We hugged each other tightly, as if we were back in time to those days when we fought side by side.
As the years go by, we are getting old, but the deep comradeship lasts for a long time. Wherever we go, we will remember each other and reminisce about those passionate years together. On the road of life, we continue to move forward, always maintain the true character of soldiers, serve the people, and dedicate ourselves to the country. The days with the battalion commander in those years will always be the most precious memory in our hearts, inspiring us to keep moving forward and write our own legends.