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Not only that, but every holiday season, the atmosphere became increasingly tense. No one knew when the troops would suddenly sound the alarm for an emergency assembly. Even if you were in the restroom dealing with personal matters, you had to quickly pull up your pants, arm yourself, and set off on a mission. Maintaining a high level of vigilance and being ready to respond to sudden situations had become the norm in our military life. Even during this supposedly joyful Spring Festival, we dared not let our guard down for a moment.
That year, the higher-ups issued a notice: comrades from the Fifth Unit could return to Company to celebrate the Spring Festival with everyone! When my gaze fell upon those fresh-faced recruits who had just stepped through the gates of the unit, my thoughts were instantly pulled back to a year ago. Wasn't I just like them then? An indescribable feeling surged within me, stirring a mix of emotions.
I still remembered just a short while ago when I needed my seniors to patiently guide me step by step; now, in an instant, it was my turn to teach others.
Our Company had always upheld a fine tradition: whenever we encountered major holidays or were assigned challenging missions, all officers and soldiers would sing our spirited company song in unison. At that moment, as the clock struck midnight, the melodious and solemn chimes began to ring out. Accompanied by the clear and pleasant sound echoing through the night sky, all comrades quickly assembled into neat rows, each face beaming with pride and determination. Then, that familiar and resounding song filled the air: "Attack like a fierce tiger, defend like Mount Tai; attack like a fierce tiger, defend like Mount Tai."
In this quiet midnight hour, the passionate singing seemed to create a powerful force that brought everyone tightly together. At this moment, our hearts drew closer, and the camaraderie among us deepened.
After the fervent company song concluded, our Company Commander first called out a hero's name: Zhang Daqian.
All of us responded with three loud "Yes!"
This was our Deputy Company Commander, who had been wounded multiple times during the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam on such-and-such date; his wrist was broken, bullets had torn through his abdomen, and he continued fighting valiantly with a triangular bandage wrapped around his waist until he heroically sacrificed himself. He was posthumously awarded the title of First-Class Combat Hero by the Central Military Commission.
This is the fine tradition we have always upheld and passed down! On this vast land, such an admirable collective of heroes has emerged. They shine like brilliant stars throughout history, each radiating endless light and strength.
These brave predecessors have composed magnificent anthems with their own flesh and blood. Whether facing the chaos of war or enduring hardships in life-and-death situations, they have always stepped forward without hesitation, driven by unwavering faith and tenacious willpower for the sake of their country and people.
The invaluable spiritual legacy left by these predecessors is like a blazing torch that forever illuminates our path forward. This spirit inspires generations to strive bravely and continuously surpass themselves. It teaches us that no matter how great the difficulties and challenges we encounter may be, as long as we hold onto our pursuit of justice and ideals with dedication, we can overcome all obstacles and reach the shores of victory.
After joining the unit, another wave of class assignments swept through. This time, fate seemed to play a little trick on us; A Yu and I were fortunate enough to be placed in the same class. Upon hearing this news, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy deep inside—finally having the chance to live together with other comrades and learn from one another! However, what I didn’t expect was that even though we weren’t in the same class, he was assigned to a room right next door to ours—the supply officer's room. Since A Yu held the position of supply officer, according to regulations, he had to reside there. Thus, even though we weren’t in the same class, he frequently visited my territory to hang out. In many ways, it felt almost identical to being in the same class; there was merely a thin wall separating us.
However, this unique arrangement brought me quite a few benefits. Sometimes I particularly enjoyed wandering over to his place for a visit. Why? Because aside from him there was no one else around; compared to the noisy collective dormitory filled with people, our shared space was undoubtedly more free and relaxed. Moreover, every time I went over for a visit, he would magically pull out some delicious fruits to treat me warmly. Over time, under this orderly yet pleasant atmosphere, even my eating habits improved noticeably without me realizing it. Given this situation, I certainly felt embarrassed to harbor any resentment towards him! After all, as they say: "One cannot bite the hand that feeds them!" Since I enjoyed his culinary gifts so much, how could I not feel grateful?
As soon as the festive hustle and bustle subsided, we were quickly ushered into an opening training mobilization meeting. This meeting seemed like it opened the door to our annual training journey—solemn and serious. It not only symbolized the official commencement of training for the year but also served as a stunning display of military prowess!
On site stood various artillery pieces proudly erecting an intimidating aura; soldiers skillfully showcased their superb tactical skills—each movement flowing smoothly like water. There was also an impressive formation display; synchronized steps and resounding slogans echoed through the air, igniting excitement within everyone.
Everyone knew this opportunity was rare and eagerly showcased their best skills before Chief, hoping to shine brightly and demonstrate their talents. The captivating scenes unfolding before us deeply engaged everyone’s attention; emotions ran high as excitement surged through the crowd like roaring waves.
However, amidst such an energetic scene, my gaze inadvertently drifted towards A Yu. I noticed his face tense up; he clenched his teeth tightly with an odd expression. Curiously leaning closer, I whispered: "What's wrong? Isn’t this thrilling?" To my surprise, he shook his head with a pained expression and quietly replied: "Don’t say that; I don’t know what I ate yesterday that upset my stomach—I just want to find a restroom quickly!" Hearing this left me momentarily stunned; I never expected such an unexpected response.
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