I walked into the military camp with my dream and wrote 600 words.

Grandpa was once a soldier. He likes eating sugar and drinking tea. Every time he sees me, he always puts a candy in my mouth. I like the snacks he gave me, but I prefer the stories he told.

At dusk, grandpa always lights a cigarette and pulls me to sit in a rocking chair to start his story. Of course, stories are always closely related to soldiers. Growing up listening to such a magical story, I secretly made up my mind: when I grow up, I also want to be a brave female soldier. Once, close contact with soldiers made me more determined to be a female soldier.

That day, the weather was particularly good, and my grandfather led me to visit the army. About fifteen minutes' drive, we came to the foot of the mountain where the troops were located. After the guard at the gate informed us, the captain came out to receive us and entered the gate. I saw several commanders standing on both sides, serious and motionless, like stakes nailed to the ground. Seeing us, he gave a uniform military salute. I held grandpa's hand tightly, for fear that they would take me away as soon as I let go. Grandpa seems to have read my mind: "Don't be afraid, my uncles are all right." Grandpa's words relieved me a lot. We followed the captain to Uncle Bing's dormitory. There are two rows of single beds, and the military green quilts are folded into rectangles of the same size. Cleanliness and comfort attracted me at once, and I couldn't help falling in love with this green military camp.

Through the long corridor, we visited the activity room. Some soldiers' uncles are watching TV and some are playing billiards. Grandpa sat next to an uncle and they started playing chess. It's diamond cut diamond! After several sets of contests, the result was a draw. After that, my grandfather asked me to play with my uncle. My uncle stared at the chessboard without any expression on his face. Soon, I lost. Handsome Uncle Bing is tidying up the chessboard, chatting with Grandpa, touching my head and saying with a smile, "Seriously, kid, your chess skills are good!" " This compliment made me a little embarrassed, so I had to give him a faint smile.

After playing for a long time, I sang an empty plan. Finally, when it was time for dinner, I strode to the restaurant. Many soldiers came one after another. Grandpa went to the toilet and asked me to wait at the table. I don't know anyone except my uncle who just played chess. Each of them smiled at me like an old friend. At this moment, a beautiful female soldier came in and saw me. She walked up to me and said, "Little girl, why are you alone?" "I'm waiting for grandpa." "Oh!" She talked to me about school and gave me a meal. ...

Indeed, as Grandpa said, under the dignified appearance, they are all "fine". When I grow up, I want to be such a "cutest person".