As the saying goes, a soldier made of iron and flowing water has a history of being a soldier all his life, and he has no regrets in this life.
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The day of recruit training
One day in February, 1969, 1969, a group of small soldiers, led by director Dazuiji, gathered in a large guest tent in the military guest house. I put on military cotton-padded clothes and trousers before I left home, and I was so hot that I broke out in a sweat. I really haven't worn such thick cotton trousers in such a big winter. Whispered to the big mouth officer not to walk over, no, I got a bear without taste.
The institute is really lively. In addition to the children in the compound of the Political Department of the Military Region, we also met many acquaintances at the headquarters and the compound of the Logistics Department. Our parents who saw us off also told us to work hard when we arrived in the army. Director Ji, who led the team, also encouraged us not to cry and miss home when we arrived in the army, because the recruit training team was actually very close to our home.
The next morning, after breakfast, all the recruits gathered, and the comrades who went to other units left by car first. Seeing my old friend leave us, I don't know when we can meet. There is an indescribable taste in my heart. Sitting in the last row with my best friend's playmate, he is still making faces at us assiduously. That is our favorite action at ordinary times, that is Lenin's short traitor action in October, "strangle him, strangle him …", watching his friend leave this world with practical jokes.
Our comrades who went to the third inning then got on the bus. On the way, Director Ji asked us to sing a song, "We are walking on the avenue, in high spirits …", and everyone sang very hard. Some comrades cocked their heads and sang, their faces flushed. I can see that everyone is very excited, because since yesterday, we are all PLA soldiers and have realized our wishes for many years, so we are very happy.
The recruit training team is in Wuyingshan, the northern suburb of Jinan, which takes up to one hour by bus from our home. The tense army life began. At the recruit mobilization meeting, Guo Baldy, the captain of the training team, shook his head on the rostrum and earnestly taught us: From now on, you are PLA soldiers. You can't play with Miss Jiao's temper in the barracks. You should demand yourself everywhere by the standard of a soldier, and set up the idea of "one is not afraid of suffering, and the other is not afraid of death" in your mind. Wow ... the applause thundered, and I held back my excitement. While applauding, I secretly made up my mind to do something in the army.
In the past two days, in addition to training in line during the day, the recruits' training team learned quotations from Chairman Mao, and the comrades talked and laughed together after dinner at night. At that time, Chen's comrades seemed to know a lot. Whenever he has time, he will explain to me three old articles, namely, Serving the People, Commemorating Bethune, and Yu Gong Yi Shan, and they are eloquent. Later, when I met his mother, I realized that her mother was a Marxist-Leninist old lady. In fact, at that time, we had memorized three old articles every day. The training of recruits also includes strengthening the education of organizational discipline, that is, soldiers are not allowed to visit at home during their service, and those who live in Jinan are no exception. When they go out on holidays, they should ask for leave, pay attention to military discipline, obey traffic rules, prevent accidents and so on.
On this day, the barracks became lively again. We welcome comrades from Yantai with banners and drums. We shouted "Welcome new comrades!" Slogan, they shouted "learn from and pay tribute to old comrades!" The atmosphere is very warm. The new comrades who are ahead are not short, and one of them may be old and have stubble on his mouth. Those comrades behind are short, and some wish they were not as tall as two backpacks.
"Chairman Mao said: We all come from all corners of the country and come together for a common revolutionary goal. All people in the revolutionary ranks should care about each other and help each other ... ". At the class meeting to welcome new comrades-in-arms, the veteran monitor Li said that he asked us to be strict with ourselves, do a good job of unity and be a real revolutionary soldier.
After that, the queue training seems simple, but in fact it is unusual. At ease, stand at attention and look to the right! All this is a piece of cake for me now, but I practiced very hard at that time. When waiting in line, ask to hold your chest and abdomen, and look forward. When some comrades get distracted and do something wrong, they let the monitor stand for an hour. Some new comrades' queue movements are very irregular. When they ran out of the queue, their forearms swung up and down, and everyone could not help laughing. As a result, the monitor scolded them, saying that the training ground is the battlefield. If you don't sweat now, you will bleed on the battlefield later. After that, we all trained in the queue seriously, and there was no laughter.
In addition to training, our recruit team also plays basketball with the veteran team, which is in full swing. The night after the game was the most unforgettable day of our lives. On that day, we put on a bright red collar and cap badge and became a real PLA soldier. At that time, I was so happy that I shouted "Long live Chairman Mao!" I thought to myself, in the future, I should study and use Chairman Mao's works, try to change my mind, shorten the distance between ordinary people and soldiers as soon as possible, be a real PLA soldier, and strive for the realization of * * * productism for life!
Soon the training team held a mobilization meeting, and all the recruits went to the countryside to receive re-education for poor and middle peasants, further improving their enlistment education. Chairman Mao said: "I agree with this slogan, which is' One is not afraid of suffering, and the other is not afraid of death'. At that time, we followed this great teaching of Chairman Mao and worked hard to exercise ourselves in practice. Our vows are: be a pine tree on the mountain, not a flower in a greenhouse, be a fearless Shan Ying, and not be a short-sighted domestic chicken. I slept soundly that day and was awakened by a quick whistle. The tourist team left the barracks silently, and we walked on the asphalt road with backpacks one by one. The road was dark in the moonlight at night, and there was no one around, only the hurried footsteps of the motorcade. ...
Walking on the road, although it is winter, I don't feel cold, but I feel a surge of heat flow in my heart. I know this road too well. I don't know how many times I walked since I was a child. Today is the first time to walk on it as a PLA soldier. Soon, the motorcade passed the intersection of Jingshi Road. When I walked to the front of my yard, I tilted my head to the right and looked inside. The building stands quietly. Maybe my pigeon on the roof is sleeping at the moment.
Unconsciously, the team walked out of the city, the backpack on their shoulders felt heavier and heavier, the guns seemed to get in the way more and more, and sweat flowed out of them. The east turned pale, and we arrived at Sanlipu, our destination, and walked 30 miles. A group of recruits got a taste of marching, so tired that they were soaked in sweat and cold. Sleep in the morning and conduct air defense exercises. Study politics in the afternoon and have a class meeting in the evening. The next day, I continued walking for 46 kilometers and arrived at the destination of Dahui Village in the evening. When I walked 30 miles, my feet were soaked through. I endured the pain, secretly recited Chairman Mao's teaching "Make up your mind, be not afraid of sacrifice, overcome all difficulties and strive for victory", and persisted in walking 10. Finally, I've never been in a shelter car.
Afterwards, I felt that the Long March was a great exercise for me. Although my feet are soaked and my body is very tired, I have gained a lot of thoughts, cultivated my spirit of not being afraid of suffering and death, and knocked out my arrogance at home. On the day I lived in the village, it snowed like goose feathers all day, and it was particularly cold in the morning. Soon my hands were red with cold and my feet were numb. There was shooting training in the afternoon, and I was really frozen on the ground. When shooting with live ammunition, nine bullets were fired, one shot hit the ninth ring, three shots hit the eighth ring, three shots hit the seventh ring, and two shots were missed, with average results. Later, when throwing live ammunition, Li Xiaoman, a female comrade-in-arms, accidentally threw the smoking Grenade five or six meters away. The coach on standby jumped at her and the Grenade exploded. Fortunately, the two men were in the dead corner of the explosion, and they were very close. In the evening, the district team commented on the comrades who are good at shooting and bombing, especially pointing out that we must be bold and cautious when training bombing in the future, and immediately lie down and hide after the Grenade is decisively shot.
I stood on the patrol post in the middle of the night, sleeping in the dark and getting dressed. When I opened the door, I was pushed back by a chill. No sooner had he walked out of the door than a big dog growled. Isn't this the landlord's dog? I noticed it when I first came here. It has long black hair, four taupe legs inside, a furry tail curled back and two taupe protrusions on its eyes. This is my four-eyed dog. This dog is different from the common local dog in the countryside. It is the product of a cross between a local dog and a German shepherd. I know that the mongrel dog turns against me when he doesn't listen to instructions, but because I didn't provoke him, he has no hostility to me. From now on, every time he sees me, he will always give a cry to show friendliness and closeness, and will not hurt anyone.
The village at night seems so quiet that there is no wind, but there is a chill that makes people breathless from head to toe. I walked slowly around the camp wearing a military coat and a rifle on my shoulder. Looking up, the moon overhead is still as bright as last night, bright enough to reflect my figure on the ground for a long time. Unexpectedly, I was a little boy a few months ago, and in such a quiet winter night, I was deeply proud and proud to defend the safety of my comrades in the village with my own practical actions.
After standing for two hours, I just slept soundly when I got back to the house. Suddenly I felt a pain in my left arm. When I opened my eyes sleepily, the monitor stood neatly on the ground and said in a hurry, "Get up! Get up! " I turned my head and saw that my comrades had sat up on the floor. "Ah, emergency assembly!" The idea flashed through my mind, and I didn't think much. I sat up quickly and got dressed. At this time, someone was kneeling on the ground and playing with a backpack. Then, I also dressed quickly for three times, five times and twice. My left hand pulled out the backpack strap from under the pillow, and my right hand grabbed the corner of the quilt and shook it. I skillfully packed my backpack and quickly ran to the yard to gather. Bathed in the bright moonlight, we walked in Shan Ye before dawn, and everything around us was quiet, with occasional barking of dogs and crowing of cocks.
A few days later, captain Guo gave us a mobilization report for returning to camp, which meant that the nearly one-month recruit training was coming to an end. How time flies. It is no wonder that Li Bai once lamented that "the shelf is locked in a mirror, blue as grass and dusk as snow". Yes, life cannot be wasted. As Ostrovschi said, when a person looks back on the past, he will not be depressed by mediocrity, nor will he regret wasting time. In this way, when his life is coming to an end, he will proudly say that my life has been dedicated to capitalism, the greatest cause of mankind.
Nanshan qingsi
People may be nostalgic when they are old, and it is easy to recall the scene when they were in their prime. Therefore, the image of soldiers in the past seems vivid in front of them.
In the dead of night, everything is silent, and sometimes it is difficult to fall asleep by tossing and turning in bed. In retrospect, the moment I close my eyes, I will think of working in Nanshan, Tai 'an, and I seem to see the faces of my comrades who are so familiar.
Yes, in the long journey of life, I entered the military camp at the age of fifteen and lived a tense and orderly army life since I was a child. The Spring Festival 38 years ago was the first Spring Festival I spent in Nanshan after I left home as a soldier. I was a 15 recruit, an egg shaped thing. I left my hometown since I was a child and paid for it a few months ago. Later, I was particularly homesick, feeling like a runaway wild horse, far from my father's love and maternal love, as if the pony had lost its way home and wanted to find the warm feeling of home.
Before I became a soldier, my parents were around, and I basically couldn't make ends meet. I usually feel nothing about my family at home, but once I leave home, I will feel a sense of loss. When I first arrived in the army, I felt that everything was new, but after a long time, my homesickness increased day by day. The military camp is stationed in the ravine, sparsely populated. On the night before the Spring Festival, there was a magnificent snowflake floating in the sky. Outside the window, the valley is silent and the cold wind is fierce; Outside the window, it is warm as spring and beaming. But we recruits can't go home, we can only sit around with veterans, and our heads are stuffed with cabbage, pork and jiaozi. Homesick and unhappy when packing.
Jiaozi, big plate, served on the table, steaming, attractive aroma. The monitor saw that I was homesick, so he personally brought me a plate of the most full jiaozi. "Xiao Li, eat while it's hot. I don't want to go home after eating jiaozi. " A few simple words made my heart warm. After eating delicious jiaozi, my homesickness faded. I am slowly immersed in the revolutionary family of the army, and I can't help feeling a warm joy.
During the Spring Festival at home, although eating jiaozi makes the family feel happy, eating jiaozi always feels less fragrant than eating in the military camp during the Spring Festival. Maybe it's because we left our family in the military camp and the friendship between our comrades melted loneliness and melancholy, so we are not brothers.
On the night of August 15, I looked up at the bright full moon hanging in the night sky, and my homesickness suddenly came to my mind. My hometown is full of water and beautiful scenery, and my hometown people are in the military camp. This is a warm family, and my comrades are like brothers and sisters. The leaders of the army, like the parents of this big family, always care about their deployment, irrigate the soil with sunshine and let the seedlings grow sturdily. The barracks are clearly a melting and quenching melting pot.
In Nanshan, I met my comrades-in-arms by chance and forged a deep friendship with them. I can still clearly remember the time when we were young, when a group of soldiers lived "carefree" in Nanshan. In the morning, we bathed in the morning sun and did morning exercises. At dusk, we watched the sunset in the Nanshan Mountain named Maihuangshan, and the sunset dyed half the sky red.
Oh, this is a haunting place now and will never be forgotten in my life. Now that I think about it carefully, what fascinated me most when I was a soldier was this Nanshan, because it became the most beautiful youth and romantic memory in my life.
I remember that in winter, the majestic Maihuangshan Peak is covered with a layer of golden warm sun, and the hillside is also golden from a distance, dotted with pines, which constitutes a beautiful picture of autumn rhyme in winter. It's snowing, and the long ravine is full of snow. My comrades-in-arms and I climbed to the mountain carefully with big sacks on our backs to pick up pine cones and make a fire. We walked on the rugged mountain road, and the steep slope was very slippery. On several occasions, both male and female soldiers took the "slide", but fortunately they did not fall off the deep cliff. In midsummer, the bay stream under the small bridge in the camp is crystal clear, and chestnut trees, persimmon trees and walnut trees are lush and covered with mountains and plains.
Although I am over 500 years old, I am not as sad and melancholy as a dying old man, but whenever I climb Laoshan Mountain in Qingdao with my "mountain friends", I can't help but think of Maihuangshan Mountain, which is much smaller than Laoshan Mountain. When I think of this unusual mountain, I feel a little confused. Just like a stone thrown into Pinghu, the clear picture of my memory will spread like ripples. I thought that when I was sleeping under the covers that day, a big black scorpion suddenly appeared and scared me into a cold sweat. I even thought of building a barracks with a big stone on my back in the ravine, and my military uniform was worn out, and I accidentally hit my finger and made it bloody.
Today, it seems that I can still hear a comrade-in-arms in Shenyang, Northeast China, chanting "Gao Shanqing is blue, spring reflects the blue sky ...", as if I heard a fellow villager in Shandong drum up his cheeks and vividly imitate the lines in the movie "Walter in Sarajevo": "azra! Bourdi! " After that, I was still unfinished. I read a sentence in the movie Lenin in 19 18: "All the ladies present fainted!" Let the comrades present laugh out excited tears.
I still remember those lovely female comrades-in-arms, some of them are slim, some are small and exquisite, some are childlike, some are gentle and simple, some are delicate, some are gentle and reserved, some are honest and dull, some are dignified and virtuous ... It is really the charm of a female soldier and a beautiful scenery. They walked through the tall khaki mountain road in uniforms, like a string of bright Ayabeni across the sky, adding a touch of affection to the dull military camp, and decorating the whole military camp with colorful colors and full love.
I can't forget the comrade-in-arms in black waving a pair of big bowls of iron fists, as if he had punched him hard in the stomach. The song is not sung, but shouted, like a man in red sorghum, "Good wine, good wine ..." I have seen his tableware, which is really an eye-opener. Chopsticks are two long sticks for fishing fried dough sticks, and the bowl is a medium-sized basin. When working on the farm for lunch, he walked across the road with two long sticks full of steamed bread in one hand and a basin full of porridge in the other, which caused laughter. You know, he ate sixteen pork and cabbage buns at that meal, and he walked very freely after dinner.
I can't forget it. I smashed the water into ice in front of the office for nine days in cold weather, and rushed out like a fly during the break. One comrade-in-arms broke four front teeth with a bang, and another fell into a concussion with a bang. From then on, the skating rink was banned and the ravine was silent.
In that lonely ravine, it is a good relief to drown your sorrows by drinking. Kill dogs and chickens every Sunday, shovel pots, eat large pieces of meat and drink in a big bowl, and talk nonsense until the stars are scattered, which is staggering. Up to now, some comrades have gone to Australia, some comrades have gone to the United States, and some comrades have stayed in Jinan. It can be said that countries are far apart, regardless of national boundaries. I often think that if there is love in the sky, let's get together again and have a good talk. Friends get together, drink less, and get drunk until dawn! Of course, there are many unforgettable stories, because every comrade-in-arms and I have endless family ties and endless stories. I often think that if there is no mountain called Maihuangshan, if there is no group of comrades who are brothers, if there are no many lessons and benefits from my comrades, I will not gradually mature and grow up.
For example, over 50 this year, the sideburns have turned a little gray, and the gully on the face shows vicissitudes of life. In the coastal city of Qingdao, the leaves have fallen to the roots and the dust has settled. Throughout those years, comrades-in-arms at a starting point were smooth sailing, ill-fated, wealthy businessmen, poor people, well-paid senior officials and ordinary people. The contrast is great. Although I am not doing well now, I just want to "enjoy myself" and let nature take its course.
People are always happy when they are satisfied, because only when they are satisfied will they feel at ease. What's more, many comrades-in-arms died before enjoying the beauty of the world. Compared with them, we are all living immortals! I believe that the situation of comrades-in-arms will be different, and only the title of "comrades-in-arms" can resolve that gap and narrow the distance between them. In this case, let the good feelings of "comrades in arms" last forever.
Until now, I still firmly remember those years in Nanshan, and those unforgettable days when my comrades were willing to dedicate their youth to the peace of the motherland. I also believe that no matter what kind of story will happen in the future, it will only be better, more magnificent, more meaningful and more eternal than the story that has already happened.
Because, we have grown from those once tender young trees in the ravine into towering trees in the world, which can provide shade for young saplings or growing forests of youth and raise a clear and bright blue sky for their healthy development.
Now, I have been back to Qingdao for many years, but the days of my military career are still unforgettable and fresh in my memory.
The last military salute
I was lucky enough to study foreign languages from Nanshan to Dalian Foreign Language Hospital on 1973, and spent four years in military service. After graduation, I returned to the original army, and soon the army moved back to the barracks in the suburbs of Jinan from the deserted ravine.
As a student of the People's Liberation Army, I went to college and learned a foreign language. I've always wanted to work abroad or it's best to deal with foreigners directly, so it's useful. However, it is very easy for the army to train college students, and it is impossible to release them immediately. At that time, in order to join the national defense, I had to stay in the army to do technical reconnaissance and translation research of military data. Who knows, this trip is a full 13 years, plus three years of military service before going to school. This last shift can last a long time. This is the last military salute. This military salute is really not short, meaningful and willing.
The barracks in the suburbs are under a saddle-shaped mountain. The military radar on the mountain rotates in all directions every day to capture the targets under the blue sky and white clouds. We guard the post of the motherland day and night, watching the traffic and lights of the people of Quancheng with a hundred times vigilance, because I know that the people of Quancheng are also watching us with eager eyes. On the screen of the workshop, I clearly saw the silver fighter in the blue sky passing through the clouds, and the tail gas of the fighter pulled out a beautiful long tail and stabbed the sky. While watching, I daydreamed, feeling that they were more like warships, like a sword cutting through the calm sea, and moving rapidly towards the set goals like meteors. Because, although I am a soldier, I am eager to be a glorious naval soldier, a mighty warship braving the wind and waves to defend our motherland, Wan Li.
Our army is generally in inland cities. On weekdays, we are always on duty in the office and stick to our posts. Although the world seems small, our soldiers have the world in their hearts and the whole world in their hearts! Yes, as a soldier defending the motherland, whether we are in the mountains, deep valleys or cities, whether our life is boring or the same every day, we all shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the motherland. We must fulfill our duties as a revolutionary soldier and dedicate our youth to national defense. Maanshan is in the northern suburb of Jinan. There is a pine forest on the mountain. Year after year, we watched this big pine forest grow tall and grow into a forest. When the sun sets, we can often see the figure walking on the mountain road in green uniforms. The afterglow of the sunset slanted on the neat tile roof of the barracks.
In the twilight, through the window of the office building, I can clearly see the busy figure of the shaking soldiers inside. Almost every night, my comrades and I have to work overtime until late at night, which has become a habit. Late at night, when I walked out of the office building and looked up at the starry sky, there were very few stars on the moon, and the night wind was blowing gently. I think that now the people of Quancheng have entered their dreams, and I hope they can sleep soundly every day, because the bounden duty of our soldiers is not to let the people of the motherland live a happy life and let us have a happy smile on our faces. Sometimes I think this kind of life is very hard, but I often think of my parents. They fought bravely during the war years. How many martyrs died heroically just for the birth of new China? Think about the war in peacetime. Those lovely soldiers went to the battlefield without hesitation, fighting bravely and not afraid of sacrifice. Isn't it for the best interests of the country? I'm relieved to think of this. I won't feel wronged and worthless if I work in the army for a few more years.
My last military salute was the year before I was about to jump ship. As the saying goes, I have worked in my favorite military camp for 19 years, so I can say that my youth has been devoted to national defense. At that time, the whole army had to be downsized. Although I just put on my rank, I know that most people can't work in the army all their lives. During the period of 1988, our army suddenly accepted a major and urgent combat readiness task. In view of the enemy's situation, we should also make arrangements to deal with it, and grasp the whole action plan and trend of the other party in a timely and accurate manner. At this time, the army leaders decided to transfer the most capable technical leaders to a remote deep ditch to complete this arduous and glorious task, and I was chosen among them.
At that time, my wife was a pediatrician in the General Hospital of the Military Region. Every day, she rides a bicycle to take her young daughter to work in the hospital from my military station and puts her daughter in kindergarten. Rain or shine all the way, she accidentally nailed her daughter's foot to the wheel in a hurry. Working at night is common and very hard. At this time. I left her to work in a deep ditch hundreds of miles away for a month, which was a flash for her. Because I usually go home from work and cook after work. If I am not at home, it means that my lover has to cook by himself after trudging home with her children, and all the housework at home falls on her alone.
But for the work of the army, my lover supported me to go. As a soldier struggling in the military camp, my responsibility does not allow me to be a little depressed. Soon, my comrades and I rushed to the workplace by car and immediately went into battle. This job is really in a deep ditch with few people. In winter, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, clouds are floating on the mountains, and the cold wind is blowing fluttering leaves. Everything is silent, as if isolated from the world. Emergency preparedness for more than a month is completely different from the bustling city life. The heating equipment in the ravine was very poor, and our hands were red and itchy with cold, but everyone insisted without saying a word. Every new signal and every new trend can't escape our discerning eyes and sensitive ears, because our hearts are always full of infinite loyalty and love for the people, and our bodies are always full of military spirits and thousands of emotions.
Later, through the efforts of our comrades-in-arms, we grasped the enemy's situation timely, accurately and comprehensively, and reported the whole "operational plan" of their activities to the headquarters and superiors, which was highly praised and commended by the leaders of the headquarters. I think, as long as the technology is excellent at ordinary times, we can know ourselves and know ourselves in wartime and be invincible. In this deep ravine, it is the solid steel "Wan Li Great Wall", which is an indestructible barrier in the invisible front. The whole military camp is an insurmountable green Wang Yang for the enemy in the war. The officers and men here have gone through stubble after stubble, and I don't know how many soldiers have shed loyal blood and sweat in this deep ditch. Only the soldiers who have served here know that they have left a mark of youth here, and future generations will build an eternal monument for them.
Ah, out of the deep valley, I want to leave the barracks, and I want to take off my green military uniform that I have worn for twenty years. If you can, please let me solemnly salute the solemn military flag for the last military salute! Soldiers need to have a warm family and enjoy family happiness with beautiful and virtuous supporters, my working wife and beautiful and sensible daughter. However, if there is no death in the war in the world, I have an obligation to put on my military uniform to defend my country, even on the battlefield without smoke. I think, a warm-blooded man with attachment and affection, with motherland and people in his heart, will be a tough guy with blood and iron, whether he is wearing a military uniform or taking off his military uniform.
Yes, soldiers are hot-blooded men, defending the country in today's peaceful times. Perhaps, there is no possibility for soldiers to go to the battlefield for the time being, but the era of peaceful economic construction can still reflect the value of soldiers. Therefore, I understand modern soldiers, and I sincerely pay tribute to the most lovely people: their sacrifices and dedication in peacetime are the greatest love, the most touching family affection and the most sincere friendship in the world!
Oh, time flies and the past is like smoke. Now, it's been 19 years since I switched jobs from the army, but until now, whenever I see the bright red five-star red flag rising in Ran Ran, Ran Ran, and the neat guard of honor coming towards us, I can't help raising my right hand, as if I saw the sacred military flag hunting, so I always look up at the national flag flying in the blue sky of the motherland and pay a solemn military salute to express my excitement and nostalgia as a soldier.
The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield. Yes, green in the army is our eternal pursuit. Our soldiers are just a tree, and the leaves ring when the wind blows. We are a string of beautiful notes on the tree. The green melody in the army is a symphony of life that we sing with our hearts. Hot-blooded men in the army are writing green military careers with their youth, and they are also depicting green dreams with their hearts.
Please allow me to slowly raise my right hand and pay my last military salute to the sacred military flag and the green military camp.