In 1953, she missed the homecoming bus and enlisted in the army, and her fate took a turn

On a cold winter day in 1953, I stood under a dilapidated stop sign and watched the bus slowly depart. My heart was cold, and missing the train meant I had to stay in this small town for another week.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?" A middle-aged man in a military uniform next to me asked.

I sighed and told him I had missed the car. A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he continued, "In that case, why don't you come with me?" I'm going to join the army, you can try it too. "

I was stunned, joining the army? I never thought I would have anything to do with the military. But looking at his determined eyes, I felt an inexplicable courage in my heart.

"Okay, I'll go with you." I nodded.

And just like that, I embarked on a completely unfamiliar path. After a series of medical examinations and training, I became a signal soldier.

"Hey, recruit, come here!" A stern voice pulled me back from the memories to reality.

I hurried over, it was the platoon commander.

"This is your mission, send it to the forward command post tonight." The platoon commander handed me a sealed letter.

I took the letter, nervous. The front line, that's where bullets fly!

As night fell, I quietly set off with a small team. Along the way, I silently read in my heart: "Don't have an accident, don't have an accident." "

However, fate did not seem to want me to live too comfortably. Just as we were approaching the command post, suddenly there was a burst of gunfire and the enemy launched a night attack.

"Quick, find cover!" The captain shouted.

In a panic, I ducked into a nearby trench, bullets whizzing overhead. I clutched the letter tightly and thought, I can't die, I haven't done my job yet.

At this moment, I saw a familiar figure, it was my comrade-in-arms Xiao Li.

"Xiao Li, are you okay?" I asked him.

"It's okay, what about you?" He asked with concern.

"I'm fine, we need to get the letter to the command post." I reminded him.

The two of us looked at each other, and then together we rushed out of the trench, braved a hail of bullets, and finally delivered the letter to the command post.

The task was accomplished, and we withdrew to our positions. That night, I slept very soundly.

In the days that followed, I experienced countless trials of life and death, and also witnessed the loss of many comrades. I have learned that war is cruel, but it has also made me grow and understand responsibility and responsibility.

A few years later, when the war ended, I took off my military uniform and returned to the small town where I had missed the bus. Standing under the stop sign, I felt a lot of emotion in my heart.

"Girl, you're finally back." It's still the middle-aged man in the military uniform, he said to me with a smile.

I smiled, "yes, I'm finally back." "

This is my story, the story of a girl who accidentally joined the army after missing the bus. Despite the hardships, I have never regretted it. Because of that time, I understood the preciousness of life and made me a better version of myself.

Returning to life in a small town is like a dream. In the daytime, the sun dappled the bluestone slabs, children chased and frolicked in the alleys, and the hawkers cried one after another. I opened a small tailor shop and used the skills I learned in the army to sew clothes for the people of the town.

One day, a special guest came to the store, it was Xiao Li. He looked a little embarrassed, but his eyes still flashed with the determination of the year.

"Why are you here?" I asked him in surprise.

"Come and see you, and come and see the place where you once fought." He replied, with a hint of nostalgia in his tone.

We sat on wooden chairs in the shop and talked about the past. He told me that he now works in the government and is in charge of post-war reconstruction.

"You know, I've always admired you." Xiao Li suddenly said seriously, "You were so brave back then, and now you live here so peacefully, you are an amazing woman." "

I smiled, but there was some bitterness in my heart. "I'm just an ordinary person, just living."

After Xiao Li left, I looked out the window, and countless memories welled up in my heart. Those days filled with gunpowder, those comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, those young lives that will always remain on the battlefield.

A few months later, there was a ceremony to commemorate the end of the war, and I was invited to speak as a veteran. Standing on the podium, I looked at the crowd below, and my heart was full of emotion.

"War, it takes a lot away, it also teaches us a lot." I said, the voice echoing in the air, "It taught us the fragility of life, but also tenacity and courage." Each of us is a survivor of this war and a witness to it. "

After the ceremony, I walked alone to the fields outside the town. As the sun set, a golden yellow sprinkled on the wheat field, I seemed to see those young faces, smiling in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Did you see that?" I said to the open field, "This world is still beautiful." "

At this moment, a figure slowly walked up to me, it was the middle-aged man who asked me to join the army back then.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked.

"With my comrades." I replied.

He nodded and didn't ask any more. "You did a good job, and you have no regrets about the choice you made back then."

I looked at him, and a warm current welled up in my heart. "Yes, I have no regrets. It was the most precious experience of my life. "

The two of us stood quietly in the field until nightfall. I know that no matter how the years change, the memories of serving in the army and the smiling faces of those comrades-in-arms will always be with me in my heart. And I will continue to live an ordinary and fulfilling life in this small town.

The days flow calmly like flowing water, and life in the town is simple and peaceful. My tailor shop has gradually become a place for the people of the town to mingle, where they talk about their parents' shortcomings and share their joys and sorrows.

Early one morning, I opened the door and found a letter in the door. There was no signature on the envelope, only a line of Juan Xiu's handwriting: "Please give it to the lady who served in the army." I wondered, but I knew that this letter must have something to do with my past experiences.

I carefully opened the envelope, and inside was an invitation to the opening of a wartime memorial. My heart moved that this memorial may be the best place for my comrades-in-arms.

That day, I put on my neatest clothes and set out on the road to the memorial alone. There are many wartime relics on display in the museum, each of which carries a heavy piece of history. I stopped in front of the exhibits, as if I could hear them silently telling stories of the past.

In front of a wall full of photos, I saw a picture of Xiao Li. He smiled so brightly that he could still hear his laughter echoing in his ears. I reached out and gently touched the photograph, and an indescribable emotion welled up in my heart.

"Are you the lady who delivered the letter on the battlefield?" A voice rang out behind me.

I turned around and saw an old man with a full head of white hair.

"Yes, I am." I replied.

A hint of respect flashed in the old man's eyes, "I heard your story, you are a true hero. My son also died in that war, and if he were still alive, he would definitely want to meet someone like you. "

I didn't know how to respond, so I could only hold the old man's hand tightly. "Your sons are also heroes, and we all remember them."

By the time I left the memorial, the sun had already set. I walked home with emotion in my heart. Those young lives, who sacrificed their most precious youth and lives for the country and the people, should be remembered.

A few days later, Xiao Li came to my tailor shop again. His face was tired, but his eyes remained steadfast.

"I heard you went to visit the memorial." He said.

I nodded, "yes, it reminds me a lot of things from the past. "

Xiao Li was silent for a while, and then said, "We should do something for them so that more people will remember them." "

I looked at Xiao Li and understood what he meant. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to organize a team of volunteers to collect more stories about them and build a more complete memorial." Xiao Li's eyes flashed.

I smiled, "Count me in, let's do this together." "

In this way, together with Xiao Li and other volunteers, I began this meaningful journey. We traveled to every corner of the town and listened to the old people tell about the dusty past. We record every story, every memory, so that the names and deeds of those heroes remain in people's hearts forever.

As the years passed, the town's memorial hall became more and more complete, and it became a place for people to remember history and heroes. And I, too, found a new meaning in life in the process. The memories of those soldiers and the smiles of those comrades-in-arms will always inspire me to keep going.

Over time, the work of our volunteer team has gradually attracted the attention of more people. Many media outlets began to report on our actions, and more and more volunteers joined our ranks. Our memorial has also grown from a small corner to a massive memorial that attracts visitors from all over the country.

Xiao Li and I have also become well-known figures in the town. We are often invited to share our stories and experiences in schools, communities, and beyond. Every time I share, I have a deeper understanding that our efforts are meaningful.

One day, I received a special letter. The envelope read: "Please give it to the lady who served in the army, from a veteran." My heart moved, and I immediately opened the envelope.

The letter reads: "Dear Madam, I am a veteran who once fought alongside you on the battlefield. I heard your story and I am proud of your courage and tenacity. I hope you will continue to speak up for our comrades-in-arms and let their stories be known to more people. I will cheer you on from afar. ”

When I read the letter, my heart was filled with emotion. It turns out that our efforts have affected so many people. I decided to frame this letter and hang it on the wall of the memorial so that more people could see our story.

Xiao Li and I continued to work for the memorial hall to collect more stories and relics. We hope to be able to build a more complete historical record, so that each generation can understand and remember the deeds of those heroes.

As the years go by, I get older, but my heart is still full of passion and motivation. I know that as long as I am alive, I have the responsibility and obligation to pass on the stories of those heroes.

One day, I met a young girl in the memorial. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and admiration, and she asked me, "Are you the lady who joined the army?" ”

I nodded, smiled and said, "Yes, I am." ”

A flash of respect flashed in her eyes, and she said, "I heard your story, you are a true hero. I hope to be able to contribute to the country and its people in the future, just like you. ”

I looked at her with hope in my heart. I know that as long as we continue to work hard, the stories of those heroes will be passed down from generation to generation, inspiring more people to pursue justice and peace.

I took her hand and said firmly, "You will, if you want to, you will be able to be who you want to be." ”

In this way, I continued to work at the memorial and passed on the stories of those heroes. I know that as long as I am alive, I have the responsibility and obligation to pass on the stories of those heroes. And the stories of those heroes will always inspire me to keep going.