Composition about the story of an old photo

The story of the old photo. There is an old black and white photo at home, and my grandfather often wipes it.

One day I asked him: "Grandpa, why are you wearing military uniforms and wearing big red flowers?" Grandpa said: "It is an honor to be a soldier! Besides, there is a story behind him." I As soon as I heard a story, I pestered my grandfather to tell me a story. Grandpa agreed, then he lit a cigarette, took a deep breath... his eyes were blurred for a while, and he preached slowly...

Not long after I joined the army, my superiors assigned my squad a task. The old squad leader took us to the destination and stationed the camp on a hillside. There was a valley not far from our camp. small village. There are not many people in the village, they are simple and kind-hearted, and they are very enthusiastic when they see us serving as soldiers. One day, it suddenly rained heavily. The rain seemed to fall from the sky, and the torrents rushed down the valley like a group of ferocious beasts. We were sitting in the tent worriedly, and suddenly the old squad leader shouted: "Gather, save people!" We quickly prepared our tools and rushed towards the small mountain village. Outside the village, we tied one end of the rope to a big tree on the hillside, leaving a few soldiers to watch. The others followed the old squad leader who brought the other end of the rope into the village. When we arrived at the village, the old squad leader tied the rope This end was also tied to a big tree. One soldier was left to guard, while the others spread out and quickly rushed to each house to rescue the villagers and their belongings. Soon we led the villagers to the hillside holding on to the ropes. We breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was a perfect rescue. At this time, a villager shouted: "Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, please save my child? He is still in the attic of our house." The old squad leader asked for the address of his house and immediately led a few of us soldiers to rush towards his house. . At this time, the water was already up to my waist. When we arrived at the villager's house, we were dumbfounded...the attic collapsed. None of us spoke at this time, and there was only the sound of raindrops in our ears. Suddenly the old squad leader pointed to a ruin and shouted: "Quick, the child is there, he is crying." We immediately went to pick up rocks and wood. Some soldiers' fingers were worn out, but they still insisted on picking up rocks quickly. Lift wood. When a gap opened in the ruins, the old squad leader rushed in quickly. When he came out with the child in his arms, he was injured by a piece of wood. After he handed the baby to me he collapsed. When we walked back with the old squad leader and the children, the flood had already reached our necks. A few of us soldiers could only lift them above our heads and carry them back with difficulty... After the flood subsided, the old squad leader led us to help the villagers rebuild their homes. In order to thank us, the simple villagers specially invited photographers to take photos of our class.

From then on, whenever I see this photo, the scene at that time will appear in front of my eyes. It seems to be inspiring me, asking me to study hard and be a useful person when I grow up.