I vaguely remember the day when I was a soldier. I looked into my mother's eyes when I left. The tears of my mother's farewell reflect the deep affection in my chest. Don't cry, mom. Soldiers walk around. Horses gallop along the border. "Military years" will make children grow up slowly, "Goodbye, Mom". "Wait for my triumph" and "Be a hero" must be "Repaying Mom"!
The day I put on my military uniform, under the banner of the army, and the squad leader gave me a whistle. Tell me: our soldiers practice for the war for the motherland. When the motherland calls, soldiers should go to the battlefield, even if bullets rain, and resolutely win the war, because we are people's soldiers. Later, as a recruit comrade, I was placed in Class Two and Class One by my old monitor. Our dormitory 307 has a deep friendship with the war, especially the northern Shaanxi brothers who were soldiers in those days. One day, the new soldier even gave me an camel bell. Looking at his green back, I can't help but sigh: brothers in soldiers, brothers in love!
In the little soldier's home, no matter "recruits and veterans" or "soldiers from east, west, north and south", they are all "sisters in the army" and "men in barracks". We live a "handsome without money" life, listen to "The Captain's First Love" and write "The History of Being a Soldier" together!
There was a silvery white voice in "Dead of Night". At this time, Comrades in the Night, Nothing to Say, Soldiers on the Battlefield Made of Running Water and Iron also have homesickness! The moon rises on the 15th, birds fly in, and a telephone bird comes from a local accent and calls my nickname affectionately. But I can't go home to visit my relatives, so I picked the green flowers in the army, borrowed a military phone to talk to my father, and wrote to me when my mother made me homesick. Dad asked me, "Why do you choose the road of being a soldier?"? I can't help asking myself: what is the purpose of being a soldier? For who? Looking at the shining red star, I said to my father: Tell the truth, be a soldier after 90, because of the heart of a soldier, because of the love of a soldier, because I am a soldier!
Comrades, remember? During his days as a soldier, the major often told us stories of the Red Army crossing the snowy mountains and grasslands, flying over the Dadu River and crossing the Chishui River. We can't help singing with the tambourine when we hear "Breaking the blockade", "To Wuqi" and "Zhu Jie". Comrades, remember? The resident girl's joy when she received the monitor's red rose, because only the soldiers know best: the soldiers' buddies can give you a small shell, but they can't give you a bunch of carnations. Brother Bing can only maintain love by phone, and can only look up at the starry sky and tell her: When your hair touches my steel gun, don't wipe my gun with tears. By moonlight, we miss each other silently: "I am the star on your shoulder" and you are my "sun and moon in my heart"!
I will never forget the day when I bid farewell to the barracks, soldiers and sisters, comrades-in-arms and troops in the early winter of that year. I will take off my military uniform. I took the white orchid given to me by the army and set foot on my way home. Goodbye, veteran, goodbye, comrades!
Now I miss my comrades-in-arms, my company, my class and my dream of going back to the barracks. I have no regrets and stand guard under the banner for two years! I am a soldier! I am proud!