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My name is Zhao Liguo, and I joined the army in 1973.
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At that time, I was just a rural boy, with the dream of changing my destiny and the expectations of my parents, I set foot on the road to the barracks.
Although the training of the recruit company was breathtakingly rigorous, I knew it was the only chance to escape poverty. I gritted my teeth and withstood the heat and cold, blood blisters on my feet and a deep mark on the gun strap on my shoulder, but I never flinched.
After the training, I was assigned to the communications company and became a telegraph operator. I immersed myself in hard work and continued to improve, secretly looking forward to making achievements in the army.
But watching the comrades-in-arms around me retire one after another, I gradually became nervous in my heart, and I didn't know if I could avoid this trajectory of fate.
When I came to the communications company, I aspired to be an excellent operator. Learning communication technology was challenging for me, a young man from a rural area, but instead of giving up, I immersed myself in practicing radio operation and communication skills.
Sometimes, in order to grasp the cipher and telegram accurately, I repeatedly copied and memorized, and my ear was close to the receiver, listening to the noisy radio waves until my ears hurt.
Such efforts allowed me to gradually master the technique and become the backbone of the company. However, watching my comrades-in-arms around me retire one after another, I couldn't help but feel worried, and felt that I couldn't avoid this fate.
In 1978, a turning point in fate came. The troops received an order for a self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, and a tense atmosphere spread throughout the camp.
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It was announced that we had been sent to the high ground front to carry out a mission, and I was assigned to an observation post to be tasked with informing the enemy of the situation and the location of the artillery fire.
Standing on the commanding heights of the position, I could look down on the battlefield and see the fire and gunsmoke intertwined, the shells shuttling between the enemy and us, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke in the air.
I couldn't help but feel a little scared, but I felt a stronger sense of mission. As a telegrapher, I know that every enemy briefing is the key to our army's precision strikes, and I must ensure that every piece of information is accurate.
One day, his comrade-in-arms Zhou Ming was sent to reconnoiter near the enemy's position, but unfortunately he was injured on the way and fell. When I learned of this, I braved the enemy's artillery fire and disregarded my personal safety to resolutely go to the rescue.
On the battlefield, the smoke was billowing and the flames were flickering, and I was constantly observing the movements of the enemy troops and quietly approaching the enemy's fire network. Finally, I found the injured Zhou Ming, whose leg was cut by shrapnel and could not walk.
I carried him on my back and crawled through the enemy's fire net, trying to avoid the roar of artillery fire and bringing him back to safety.
Subsequently, I quickly returned to the observation post to continue to hold my post, accurately reported the enemy's situation, and provided our artillery with key information, so that they could accurately strike at the enemy's positions and win the battle.
That night, the tense nerves finally relaxed, Zhou Ming was treated in time, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although the smoke of the battle has not completely dissipated, the camp exudes the joy and unity of the soldiers' victory.
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At this time, I felt that the burden on my shoulders was even heavier, because this experience made me understand that every report and every piece of information of the operator was related to the lives of my comrades-in-arms and the outcome of the battle.
I have strengthened my belief that I will continue to work hard in this position to deliver the most accurate information to my comrades-in-arms. The fighting continued, and the radio signals from the observation post came and went.
The enemy situation is constantly changing, and each of us is doing everything in our power to defend this position. I fully integrated myself into the work of the Observatory and shouldered the responsibility of guarding the position.
In the fierce battle, we supported this battlefield with our firm faith and brave will, and made important contributions to the final victory.
During the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, the situation on the battlefield became more and more tense, and the enemy troops constantly tried to penetrate our positions, and artillery shells frequently exploded around the positions.
Every roar shook my eardrums, the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder, and there was flying shrapnel and undulating smoke all around. On the high ground of the observation post, I constantly adjusted my binoculars to carefully observe the enemy's situation.
There were urgent reports coming from all sides over the radio, and I had to make sure that every piece of information was conveyed to Command accurately. Every report is a key decision-making basis on the battlefield, and the slightest mistake can lead to irreparable consequences.
One day, the enemy launched a fierce attack on the positions of our troops, attempting to destroy our forward observation posts, and the fire was extremely fierce. In the observation post, the comrades-in-arms stuck to their posts, and the sound of artillery fire sounded in their ears.
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My heart seemed to be clenched tightly, and despite the shortness of breath, I tried to stay calm, constantly adjusting my equipment to accurately transmit the enemy's movements, and ensuring that the artillery could quickly adjust its firepower.
At that moment, every second seemed to stretch long, and my hands trembled slightly, but I gritted my teeth and clearly transmitted every piece of information. The artillery adjusted its fire in time and accurately hit the enemy's advancing positions, completely crushing their offensive.
The enemy offensive was repulsed, and the situation on the battlefield was reversed in an instant. Just when we thought victory was in sight, the enemy forces regrouped and launched another heavy fire offensive.
The open space outside the observation post was instantly covered in thick smoke, and the communication lines I was responsible for were blown up, and the situation became extremely critical. Looking at the approaching fire, I quickly crawled out of the observation post, looked for an alternate line, braved the shells, and connected the new communication line as fast as I could.
After returning to the observation post, I immediately informed the higher command of the latest enemy situation. Accordingly, the command adjusted the distribution of firepower and directed the artillery to strike at the enemy with precision, so that the enemy completely lost its combat effectiveness.
After the smoke cleared, I took a deep breath and looked at my comrades-in-arms beside me, all of whom had tired but determined smiles on their faces. The battle ended in our victory, and it was because of accurate intelligence that we were able to turn the tide of the battle and win this fierce encounter.
After the war, I was awarded a second-class meritorious service for my timely reporting of the enemy situation and the successful repair of communication lines. My bravery and steadfastness were highly appreciated by the commanders, and this honor became the most important milestone in my military career.
After the battle, I was awarded a second-class meritorious service in the army, and I was later successfully promoted to an officer. The moment I returned to the old unit, my comrades-in-arms congratulated me, and the commander patted me on the shoulder and praised my bravery and fearlessness.
I know that this honor is not easy to come by. Over the years, the smoke of artillery fire still lingers in my mind, and the courageous rescue operation seems to be vividly vivid.
My fate was changed by this war, and I not only fulfilled my personal dream of becoming a cadre, but also continued to fulfill my duties in the army.
Years later, looking back on my military career, I can still hear the roar of artillery fire from that battle. It is with firm faith and fearless courage that I can break through the shackles on the battlefield and realize my dreams.
The smoke of war has long since dissipated, but that memory is deeply rooted in my heart and has become my eternal spiritual pillar.
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