In '77 the conscription was brushed, and the following year I became a tank general

I was twenty years old that year, and the blood of youth was stirring in my chest, and I went to the army with confidence in the recruitment season of '77. Who knows, because of a little glitch, I was brushed off. During that time, I was at a low point in my life, but fate seemed to play a huge joke on me the following year.

The following year, relations between the mainland and its neighbors were tense, and war was on the verge of breaking out. At this time, I was called up again, and this time, I turned out to be a tank crew. I remember that day, the company commander patted me on the shoulder and said, "Young man, the country needs you, you have to make great achievements for the motherland!" ”

The days of training were very tough, but the belief in my heart supported me. Finally, our new recruits are going to war. On the eve of the battle, I clenched my fists tightly and secretly determined: I must live, for the country, for the people, and for my family!

The battle began, and I drove the tank to the front. Suddenly, a shell exploded in front of us, kicking up a cloud of smoke. My eyes widened, staring straight ahead, trying to find the enemy.

"Xiao Li, quick, shoot to the front right!" I shouted, and with a sharp pull of the lever in my hand, the barrel of the tank quickly turned.

"Tom!" Shells whistled out and hit enemy tanks. At that moment, I felt like my heart was going to stop.

However, the enemy was not resigned to defeat, and they launched a frantic counterattack. We engaged in a fierce artillery battle with the enemy, and the battlefield was filled with gunsmoke and the sound of artillery shook the sky.

It was then that I spotted an enemy tank quietly approaching us. I hurriedly told my comrades-in-arms: "Xiao Zhang, there is an enemy in the rear!" ”

Xiao Zhang's eyes widened, and he panicked and operated the artillery. I patted him on the shoulder and comforted, "Don't be afraid, let's kill it together!" ”

We worked together tacitly, aiming and shooting, and the enemy tank was destroyed in an instant. At that moment, we cheered, as if we saw the dawn of victory.

The battle lasted three days and three nights, and we repelled enemy attacks again and again. When I climbed out of the tank and looked at the ruins and corpses everywhere, I had mixed feelings.

This battle made me understand the cruelty of war, and also made me understand the mission of soldiers. Although I was brushed down, fate made me a tank general and made great achievements for the motherland.

Today, I have been discharged from the army and live a peaceful life. But those war-torn days will forever be engraved in my heart. In the dead of night, I think of my comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, and the years we spent together.

Time flies, youth is gone. But that patriotic heart is still blazing. If there is a war, it will be recalled! That's what I, a tank general, promised.

Life after being discharged from the army is calm and peaceful, but in the bottom of my heart, there is always a force stirring, that is, the memories of the past years and the deep longing for my comrades-in-arms. Every time I see a war documentary on TV, my heart involuntarily tightens, as if I have returned to that battlefield filled with gunpowder.

One day, I received a strange phone call, and the voice on the other end came after a long absence: "Old comrade-in-arms, remember me?" ”

I froze, the sound traveled through time and space, transporting me back to the days when tanks roared. "Is it Xiao Zhang? How did you find me? ”

"Hey, man, I've had a lot of work. Where are our comrades-in-arms at that time? I want to organize a party and get together together. ”

A warm current welled up in my heart, and those familiar faces flashed through my mind one by one. "Well, that's a good idea! It's been a long time since I've seen you. ”

On the day of the meeting, we all arrived at the agreed place early. The moment we saw each other, it was as if we had gone back in time, and we were back to what we were when we were younger. Everyone hugged each other, laughed and talked one after another.

At the dinner table, we talked and laughed, recalling the bits and pieces on the battlefield back then. Xiao Zhang picked up the wine glass and said with tears in his eyes: "At that time, it was really thanks to you, brother, otherwise I might not have been able to come back." ”

I patted him on the shoulder and said with emotion: "We are comrades-in-arms and brothers, and it is right to support each other." On the battlefield, we face life and death together, and this friendship is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. ”

After the meeting, I walked home alone, but my heart could not be calm for a long time. The moonlight shone on me like water, and I suddenly realized that that comradeship, that commitment to the country, had long been integrated into my blood and become a part of my life.

A few days later, I received a notice that the country was going to hold a major military exercise, and I was asked to participate in it as a special consultant. I didn't hesitate to say yes, and I knew that this was another opportunity to serve my country.

On the exercise ground, I looked at those young faces and couldn't help but think of myself back then. They are heroic and high-spirited, just like us back then.

During the exercise, I found a young man with the same look in his eyes as I did back then, which was the desire for victory, loyalty to the motherland. I walked over and said to him, "Good job, young man! ”

He was stunned for a moment, and then said firmly: "Thank you, I will win glory for the motherland." ”

After the exercise, I stood there and looked at their neat queue, full of relief. I know that although I have been discharged from the army, the spirit and mission of that soldier have been passed on to the new generation.

I returned home, sat quietly at my desk, opened my journal, and wrote: "Time may change our faces, but they cannot change the commitments of our hearts." No matter when and where, as long as the country needs it, I am willing to stand up again and use my experience and enthusiasm to make new contributions to the motherland. ”

As the days passed, the pace of my life seemed to be adjusted to be as slow and orderly as this quiet little city. But the heart that had experienced the flames of war was still waiting for the next call.

That day, I was sorting through the old photos at home, reminiscing about the old days, when the phone rang and suddenly broke the silence. I picked up the phone, and a familiar voice was on the other end: "Old comrade-in-arms, there is an urgent mission, we need your experience." ”

My heart tightened, and I immediately understood what that meant. Without the slightest hesitation, I replied, "I'm ready to go." ”

A few days later, I stood on the military training ground, surrounded by unfamiliar faces from my comrades-in-arms, but the loyalty to the motherland and the responsibility of a soldier were the same. I was appointed as the tactical director of this mission, and I was tasked with guiding these young fighters through a special mission.

We were discussing tactics in front of the sand table of the simulated battlefield, and I pointed to a point on the map and said to them, "This is the key to our operation, and we must take it quietly." ”

The young warriors listened attentively, their eyes flashing with a desire for victory. One of the lads looked up and asked me, "Instructor, can we do it?" ”

I looked at him, as if I saw myself back then, and said firmly: "As long as you have faith and perseverance, there is nothing you can't do." Remember, we are soldiers, behind us is the motherland, the people. ”

The action began, and I sat in the command car, nervously staring at the battlefield ahead. I let out a long sigh of relief when the signal came that we had succeeded in taking the target.

After the mission was completed, the fighters surrounded me, excitedly discussing the experience they had just experienced. I looked at them with pride. At this moment, I understood that although times are changing, the spirit of the military will never go out of style.

At night, I sat alone outside my tent and looked up at the stars. In the moonlight, my shadow stretched long, as if telling that long story. I closed my eyes, and I could hear the roar of tanks in my ears and feel the warmth of my comrades fighting side by side.

When I got home, I opened my diary again, the tip of my pen rustling on the paper: "Every departure is for the unquenchable flame in my heart." Whether it is on the exercise ground or on the real battlefield, I will use my actions to prove the commitment of a soldier. ”

I put down my pen and gently closed the journal. I know that no matter how bumpy the road ahead may be, I will remain steadfast. Because, I am a tank general, and my mission is to protect this land and defend our homeland.

Not long after I wrote this, a sudden news made me feel the impermanence of fate again. A conflict on the mainland border requires the urgent mobilization of troops to respond. I was appointed as a front-line commander and led an elite unit to the border on a mission.

I looked at the thick stack of battle plans in my hand, nervous and expectant. I know it's going to be an uphill battle, but I believe that as long as we work together, we can overcome all odds.

At the mobilization meeting, I looked at the soldiers in the audience, their young faces revealing determination and bravery. I took a deep breath and said loudly: "Comrades-in-arms, our task is difficult, but we must have confidence. We must fight for the Motherland, for the people, for peace! ”

The fighters responded in unison: "For the Motherland, for the people, for peace!" ”

With an order, we embarked on a journey. On the border, I looked at the distant sky and silently prayed in my heart for peace.

However, wars are always brutal. During the battle, we encountered a fierce attack from the enemy. I commanded the troops and resisted with all my might. Every roar of artillery fire reminds me of the battlefield of the year, those comrades-in-arms who shared life and death.

In a fierce battle, we managed to repel the enemy attack. I stood on the edge of the battlefield, looking at the devastated battlefield with mixed feelings. I deeply deplore the devastation and suffering caused by war.

In between battles, I found a young warrior with fear and confusion in his eyes. I walked up to him and whispered, "Don't be afraid, young man. We're all here, facing it together. ”

He looked at me, his eyes gradually regaining firmness. I patted him on the shoulder and encouraged, "Remember, we are soldiers and our duty is to protect our homeland." No matter what happens, we have to persevere. ”

The battle lasted several days, and we finally managed to repel the enemy forces. I stood on the battlefield and looked at the tired but determined faces of the fighters, and my heart was filled with pride. Once again, we have proven our mission and commitment.

When I got home, I opened my diary and wrote down a paragraph again: "Every battle is a test of the spirit of a soldier. We have the responsibility to protect our homeland, and no matter how difficult the road ahead may be, we must continue to walk with determination. Because we are soldiers, our mission is to defend peace. ”

I put down my pen and gently closed the journal. I know that no matter how bumpy the road ahead may be, I will remain steadfast. Because, I am a tank general, and my mission is to protect this land and defend our homeland.