Feng Jia photography

Unforgettable memory, eternal military soul (king)

Open the window in the morning, the sky is gloomy, sporadic snowflakes are flying in the air, and the northwest wind is washing the window. The cold air suddenly penetrated the skin of thermal underwear, which made my chest and arms feel cold and uncomfortable. Turn off the window sash quickly, and pieces of snowflakes enter the breathless room with the wind and fall on the floor, instantly melting into small water droplets. Looking at the tall buildings in the north, the bright lights are still in the early window, and they are scattered and lit, setting off the beginning of a dark, cold and snowy new day. Immersed in this warm and quiet Miri, Malaysia and Malaysia, tenderness makes my heart sink deeper and deeper. Stepping into the rhythm of people's life in downtown areas, it has become a habit to go downstairs to finish warm-up and brisk exercise for more than half an hour before or after meals in the morning. Through the community, through a long alley on the east side of the city armed police detachment, and keep going south to Fengjiayuan. There are two cement roads going uphill, and choosing one will be the beginning of my warm-up exercise. Snowflakes fluttered from small to large, and the cold wind started as a cold face, and later became the discomfort of frozen ears. It snowed heavily, so I bent down and came back early. Cold, accompanied by the first snow before the New Year, became the main theme of the city, and white became the main color of the city. Walking, watching snowflakes flying in the dark sky and everywhere, I can't help looking for some fragments in my memory. The stronger the wind blows, the crazier the snow jumps. The harder I try to remember, the more I can't get rid of the white touch and memory. I shouted out my first memories of joining the army when we were young, and tried to find the gloomy memories left in my mind. At this time, my footprints were covered with heavy snow, my voice was swallowed up by the cold wind ... all I saw in my eyes was the walking figure wrapped in snow. It suddenly occurred to me that it was like a group of people who had just come down from a stuffy tank and had dinner in the heavy snow. Teams, groups and people crouched in a big circle and ate under the heavy snow. It's dark, so you can't see clearly from a distance. They turned out to be baby recruits with lingering elegance. Decades have passed, and the days of those border area soldiers have long been deeply imprinted in my memory. As long as you gently touch the relevant scenery, olive green life will emerge ... it is a military station in the snow in the north, and the temperature of MINUS 30 degrees may be the reason why they are waiting for dinner here. Most of these baby soldiers who have just come out of junior high school are rubbing their hands in the cold snow, instead of standing in line quietly. The staff of the military station carried small pots of porridge, and the baby soldiers handed in small dark green porcelain jars for brushing their teeth. A big spoon just filled a small porcelain jar with porridge. I was holding a steaming dark green porcelain jar with porridge in one hand, and my other hand was shivering with cold, which made me a little inflexible. I quickly put two military steamed buns in the steamed bun basin that were cold and yellow because of too much surface alkali, took a big bite of steamed buns, took a sip of porridge, and kept changing knots to eat quickly. In six or seven minutes, four steamed buns entered my stomach. In ten minutes, the train whistle will sound. Leading cadres immediately counted the number of people and lined up to board the sweltering tank train. We boarded the sultry oil tanker again and continued to drive north. In the dark space, this long military train with a stuffy tank only stops at the next station once every morning or noon 15 minutes, and the collective disembarkation time for recruits is only 10 minutes. What's left is that the platoon leaders are sending out some self-brought food to satisfy the hunger in the sultry tanker box. The biggest disadvantage of sitting in a hot tanker is to relieve myself. At this time, the platoon leader will open the door a small gap, so that his arm can be stretched out and the recruits who urinate can stand in the gap and urinate. At first, the three new recruits who took the lead were not used to it. They really can't stay up after urinating for a long time. They hold their bellies in their hands to make a report. The platoon leader and the temporary monitor will pick them up and stand at the door of the car one by one. It's convenient to take off their pants. Just pee a little. They are all boys, but they are still insisting. What's the shame? ! "The train goes very fast and shakes it from time to time. Standing in front of the car, I was too nervous to pee. This scared the platoon leader. The temporarily appointed monitor is also considerate and constantly comforts them. After standing at the door for a period of time, the three of them gradually relaxed their nervous mood, and finally exercised a little bit again and again, and finally solved their own problems smoothly. Three people make a fool of themselves, also provoked more than 40 boot dolls like Joo Won? in the trunk to burst into laughter. With this lesson, the platoon leader and squad leader told everyone when they stopped temporarily at any time: "If the car has a big solution, get off at once. When the car stops, get off and find a place where others can't see it! "The train needs to avoid the number of trains in the middle of the road and make way temporarily. It can stop in 20 minutes at most. We also make good use of this gap, get off quickly and find a shelter near the tracks to solve our big problems. But regardless of the class and platoon leader, they all stared at the recruits who got off the bus and shouted. When the car stopped at the next stop, the corps correspondent running in front informed the carriages one by one that two recruits had fallen behind at the last stop and did not get on the bus. They were instructed by the head of the corps not to get off at will, and the number should be counted in time! Later, we learned that in this military vehicle with more than 2,000 recruits, when the two recruits got off the bus to relieve themselves, the trains had gone far before they could. They just reacted, running and shouting with pants in their hands, but the train was still running and didn't stop. They chased for a while, and then ran back to the nearby railway station for help. Later, after the railway department reported the situation to the previous stop, the person in charge of the receiving corps on the special train learned. When the train stopped at the next station, the platoon leader who lost two recruits got off the bus and ran to the front of the car to report the loss of recruits to the head of the receiving corps. The platoon leader was severely reprimanded by the head of the receiving corps. Finally, the head of the Corps in charge of ranks coordinated with the railway department, and the two recruits who were forgotten by the train were arranged by the railway department on the train bus behind them, so that they could report to the troops by train bus themselves. Sitting in a stuffy tanker for a long time, lonely and monotonous. The platoon leader organized the recruits to enliven the atmosphere, taught songs and sang for everyone, and a classmate who could sing a few words of Shaanxi opera volunteered to go to his hometown to sing Shaanxi opera. Everyone's atmosphere will come alive at once, and there will be no unhappy desertion. These young dolls from Joo Won? are very excited and active. The sultry tanker runs through the mountains and gallops in the desert Gobi, but the songs and slogans in this train car have echoed on the railway for a long time. The three-day and four-night boring tanker trip is finally over. When I got off the train, under the snowy platform, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, and the boxcars that had already stopped to transport recruits were lined up. At first glance, it was estimated that there were hundreds of them. There is thick snow above the truck, which shows that the vehicle has been waiting here for a long time. More than 20 recruits got on a big truck, and the trunk was full of recruits with backpacks on their shoulders. The sky here is still like the gray sky when we were waiting in line from Joo Won? three days ago, but the terrain here is not like Joo Won?'s hometown. Although it is also snowy, there are no trees, villages and mountains in the landscape here, and there is no mountain scenery in Joo Won?'s hometown, only a few bare hills and a vast Yuan Ye that can't be forgotten at a glance. The platoon leader said that this is the Gobi desert, and it will take several hours to get to the army station. Later, when I arrived at the recruit training company formed by Wenzhugou tank troops, I realized that the troops were stationed in ethnic minority areas. This is a hilly area separated from Qilian Mountain by a large Gobi desert. On the periphery of this hilly area, there is a mountain pass connecting the Gobi Desert. Behind the mountain is a desert, and behind the mountain is an idyllic grassland of ethnic minorities. Battalion and company of tank troops are stationed between two hills and on both sides of the broad river bed at the foot of the mountain. Three tanks yards of three battalions and nine tank companies are set up between the hills where the camp is located, and relevant protective devices are also set up. This is mainly because the troops are hidden and it is not convenient to be detected by enemy satellites. It belongs to the alpine region, and the winter climate is cold, minus 30 degrees, and the coldest is over 40 degrees. The vast Gobi is endless. Only when the broad riverbed washed by the snow under Qilian Mountain has already frozen into a thick Bai Bing, and there are patches of green trees and sporadic pine trees on both sides, it seems a little angry and gives people visual comfort. The exit of Camp One is the Gobi Desert. The vast Gobi desert is endless, the long river sets the yen, and the desert is lonely and straight. The student soldiers from Joo Won? are 15 1 person, the youngest is 17 years old, and some are 20 years old. When they first came, they couldn't adapt to the cold climate here for a while. Most of the young student dolls have frostbite, but they are all in high spirits, and no one is left behind on the training ground. Three months of recruit training is over. After the Spring Festival, we recruits were uniformly assigned to various companies. In addition to the tank battalion company, there are also companies of engineers, anti-chemical, armored infantry, reconnaissance, repair, transportation, communication, etc., and they go down to the old company. One-day life training is also on the right track. Like veterans, they get up every morning, do exercises, have meals, attend classes according to the training program, have political education, or learn military theory. In summer, the weather is hot and dry. Because of the lack of water, the group bathhouse can only queue up for a few weeks to take a bath. The tank armored personnel who come back from the training ground every day are covered with dust as soon as they get off the bus, just like the locals. To solve the problem of washing, find a way to get water by yourself. Summer is coming. In the thunderstorm, the soldiers were beaming, took off their shirts under their coats and jackets, wore only shorts, and stood in front of the door with an empty washbasin and a towel around their necks. Everyone's head looks up at the sky like a rattle. Only for a moment, the thunderstorm drifted down from small to large, while the comrades were shouting happily, washing their hair and upper body in the yard in front of the barracks to relax. They vividly call this joyful bathing landscape "heavenly bath", which means that it is a gift from heaven. Comrades say it's really comfortable to take a bath in thunderstorm weather. However, this kind of treatment is not much, only once or twice a summer, because it is a cold and arid area. Sometimes, the most unacceptable thing for comrades-in-arms is that they have just been washed naked by energy! Suddenly, the sky stopped raining and a rainbow appeared. They don't want to dip some water in the washbasin with a towel, just wipe it and pay attention to it, or wait for the shift in the group bath hall to take a refreshing bath. Later, the army also dug deep machine wells, which greatly shortened the problem that cadres and soldiers could not take a bath for a long time. The army headquarters has no comfortable weather environment in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It is over 40 degrees in summer and over 50 degrees in field training, and the reflection temperature of Gobi desert is higher. If field training can make your cheeks sunburned, the hardest thing is winter, which is more than 30 degrees below zero. If the field training temperature exceeds MINUS 40 degrees. Comrades face the biting cold, bitterness and fatigue every day, so they must have enough courage to go out on duty at night. Every soldier should take turns to stand guard in the camp and parking lot during the day and night, once during the day and once at night. There are people on duty in the parking lot of Yeshangou. In the evening, I went to the field parking lot one mile away from the camp alone to change my post. I want to finish my standing guard 1 to 2 hours of loneliness. Sometimes in the middle of the night or after dark, it is inevitable that I will stand guard in the tank parking lot alone. The parking lot is a simple and flat mountainous area, where tanks and armored vehicles have been parked for a long time, sealed and wrapped in large stretched cloth. There is no fence here, and the parking lot is surrounded by open air. With the sound of jackals and wild animals halfway up the mountain, you will feel numb in this empty parking lot. However, such a night life, the recruits also stayed up for several years, and the recruits also became veterans. Gesang flowers fall in the cold wind and thorns are everywhere. " The breath of the new moon is covered with golden bells, and the cold light is covered with iron clothes. "Far from home, in the harsh environment of the Gobi border, comrades-in-arms are suffering from tempering, depression, suffering and monotonous and thin bodies. In this fiery military camp, young people are getting stronger and stronger day by day, becoming qualified tank crews, some as tank drivers, some as gunners and captains, some admitted to military schools, and those who stayed became volunteer noncommissioned officers. A few years later, it's time for them to visit relatives, and they will soon be discharged from the army. On the way to join the army, these children in Joo Won? gained joy and applause, but also accompanied by setbacks and challenges, green dreams, personal progress and growth, which affected their dreams of moving forward all the way. Four years later, five years later, they walked out of these bare ravines one by one and retired to their hometown in Joo Won?. Only a few comrades-in-arms returned to their hometown in Joo Won? after more than ten years. At the end of the year, the army began to summarize its annual work, and it was time to retire in winter. When it was learned that these comrades who joined the army from Joo Won? were about to leave the barracks forever, the veterans of each battalion left the battalion and company who joined the army here in tears, their arms tightly embracing each other, as if they were inseparable. In such a big sky, we train, work and compete together. On the training ground, we compete for the first place in the Kung Fu and Lager competitions, for the high score in the basketball field, and for the five-kilometer cross-country level. In these seemingly ordinary military work, they forged the friendship of comrades-in-arms. The car that sent the old comrade-in-arms slowly left the barracks, and the dust raised all over the sky. However, these veterans sitting in the trunk looked at their beloved barracks with affectionate eyes for the last time, and tears dripped on everyone's cheeks. Maybe, from now on, I will never have a chance to come here again in my life. They will always remember this scene ... when the soldiers really left the barracks and returned to their hometown, the barracks were hard to give up in their hearts. This also makes all retired comrades deeply moved, excited and sad. The war friendship when they left made them lose their manners. At that time, it was not tears, but friendship and attachment. I often think that the army is the definition of dedication. In this world, the best feeling is the friendship between the army and the war. In everyone's best years, they know that this is a short-term obligation of national defense, but they have to pay their lives to practice technologies that may never be used; Knowing that you have deduced one scheme after another may not be used once in your life, but you just put all your life's efforts into it; Everyone is always waiting to carry out the orders of their superiors, knowing that there is danger ahead, but they still have to face it bravely and willingly, dedicate their youth and even their young lives. The snow in Gobi Barracks is similar and different from that in Joo Won?'s hometown. Snow is swallowed up by cold snow, which is getting whiter and colder. Snow also outlines a beautiful picture. Under the snow curtain, only those unforgettable memories of my lost comrades will make my mood melancholy and painful. I met Qiu Youming, my deputy company commander, and Zhao, a photographer who taught me to take photos and develop them when I was studying in the Information Office of the Propaganda Department of the Division. They waved to me and smiled at me. I remembered the helplessness of their sacrifice, and the cries of the two military wives faintly reflected in my ears. I recall the scene when they jumped on her husband's body, which showed no signs of life. I also think of the camel grass and Gobi Desert in different sizes on the tomb of the martyrs. This painful brand is branded in my heart forever, and it is difficult to heal in this life. The sacrifice of two brothers and comrades-in-arms has become the sorrow of my life. It is common to sacrifice soldiers in the border defense and in the army. A dozen soldiers died on the spot when they came home from winter snow shooting training in anti-aircraft artillery camp. There is also a communication camp that hangs a telephone line for field preparation training, but the lightning in the distance is induced on a high-voltage line of more than 100,000 volts, causing more than a dozen comrades who are training to be knocked down by induced high-voltage electricity, and the thick rubber soles are ruthlessly penetrated, all of which are sacrificed ... and ... These sacrifices are all new comrades who joined the army for one or two years! The youngest is less than 18 years old and the oldest is 20 years old. The sacrifices of these comrades-in-arms may not be comparable to the heroic feats of the five comrades-in-arms who were assigned from the county armed forces to the southern border guards to fight with me in Laoshan. However, the comrades who died in southern Xinjiang and northern China were all defending national defense and national defense construction. Although they are gone, the military spirit reflected by their sacrificed bodies remains in people's hearts forever. The heroic name of the martyrs cannot be forgotten, and the heroic soul of the martyrs has been passed down from generation to generation. It is gratifying that the Fufeng nationality who died in the self-defense counterattack in the southern border ranks among the remains of scholars, and was later moved back to his hometown by the relevant agencies of the Fufeng County People's Government and placed in the Fufeng County Martyrs Cemetery at the foot of the mountain. The return of martyrs to their homeland also facilitated the memorial service for relatives and comrades of martyrs. However, when I was in northern Xinjiang, what about those comrades who died? They are still buried in the Gobi desert of the old army on the edge of the desert. They are accompanied by heavy snow on the border, especially camel grass, Liu Hong, Elaeagnus angustifolia and Populus euphratica. There are also the passwords of the troops, the sound of bugles that can be heard every day, and the roar of Gobi armored vehicles. The short video of the old army shows that there is a Zhu Wen Temple not far from the army station, where there are many Buddhist caves and temples, so it is called "Three Hundred Zen Rooms". I joined the army and came here. I heard that there is only one Tibetan old man guarding the house. This temple is the earliest place where Buddhism was preached and built after it was introduced into China. It is said that it is the incarnation of Manjusri Bodhisattva. The caves here are famous for containing many Buddhist scriptures. The recruits went there twice in the first year and stood outside the temple to watch. At that time, a part of the Tibetan Sutra Cave was occupied by the permanent historical archives kept by the local government archives department. After two years of work, the whole country has set off an upsurge of religious belief, and this religious place not far from the army has also become a lively place for believers and tourists. Many local Mongolian and Yugur herders have set up their own ethnic tents along the wide riverbed, and are also engaged in economic development activities of tourist attractions. Over the past decades, the old army and this Manjusri Valley surrounded by Gobi desert, desert and grassland have changed a lot! Time flies like water, time flies, unconsciously I forgot a lot. Those familiar young faces and youthful figures have gone further and further in the wind of the years, leaving only those unforgettable memento mori scattered all over the place, and they can no longer find the elegance and prosperity of yesterday. Although I have returned to my hometown in Joo Won? for many years, the joyful scene in the border military camp seems to be fading away. It's just that the pain of losing the brothers and comrades of the border guards and their own psychology have become the bitterness of later generations. I often travel from Joo Won? to Baoji and Xi, not because of many things, but because of many worries. Life is beautiful because of too many experiences, and fate is wonderful because of meeting in a special environment. The falling snowflakes are flying, and the gray sky is endless. These pictures will touch my heart and impact the nerve endings of my memory, and this environment in winter will often shake the floodgates of my memory, those lost, those memories of the past, and those who have hurt themselves, sometimes making their eyes moist. A person's military history is an unforgettable experience. In those days, the place where you dedicated your youth has long been unrecognizable, but the deep friendship of your comrades is still there and will never fade. Only what has been experienced is the most unforgettable; Only the lost comrade-in-arms is the most unforgettable pain. A person's military history is an unforgettable experience. In those days, the place where you dedicated your youth has long been unrecognizable, but the deep friendship of your comrades is still there and will never fade. It was very exciting and exciting to see the pictures and short videos of the old army taken by comrades who returned to the old army. After several military reforms, the old army was changed from a division-level organization to a brigade-level unit, and the tank division was changed to an armored synthetic brigade, and it was organized into a synthetic brigade system equipped with drones, armed helicopters and other arms. This is also to meet the needs of national defense development. The short video of the old army shows that there is a Zhu Wen Temple not far from the army station, where there are many Buddhist caves and temples, so it is called "Three Hundred Zen Rooms". I joined the army and came here. I heard that there is only one Tibetan old man guarding the house. This temple was the first place where Tibetan Buddhism taught to build a temple after Buddhism was introduced into China. It is said to be the incarnation of Manjusri Bodhisattva. The caves here are famous for containing many Buddhist scriptures. The recruits went there twice in the first year and stood outside the temple to watch. At that time, a part of the Tibetan Sutra Cave was occupied by the permanent historical archives kept by the local government archives department. After two years' work, a religious belief upsurge has arisen all over the country, and this religious place not far from the army has also become a lively place for believers and tourists. Many local Mongolian and Yugur herders have set up their own ethnic tents along the wide riverbed, and are also engaged in economic development activities of tourist attractions. Over the past decades, the old army and this Manjusri Valley surrounded by Gobi desert, desert and grassland have changed greatly and become tourist hotspots! Only what has been experienced is the most unforgettable; Only the lost comrade-in-arms is the most unforgettable pain. While sighing and grieving, we have experienced the disappearance of fresh life around us, but we are also deeply impressed that there are such a group of people who have cast the soul of the iron and steel corps with their own blood and young life. Although they died, they still live in our hearts forever, and their souls have been guarding and defending the frontiers of the motherland. Every year, Tomb-Sweeping Day is dedicated to the heroes and heroes. I want to dedicate my memories of these clips to those comrades who gave their young lives in defending the frontier and building national defense to pay homage to their heroic spirit!