The days of being a soldier together
There is a place called the barracks! There is a kind of person called a soldier! There is a kind of wake-up called an emergency gathering! There is a kind of patience called five kilometers!
There is a torture called the 400-meter hurdles! There is a kind of walk called a walking march! There is a title called martyr!
There is a kind of quilt called tofu blocks! There is a dream called natural awakening! There is a dance called grappling fist!
There is a kind of paradise called a guest house! There is a kind of free and easy called collective peeing on the highway!
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Serving as a soldier is regretted for two, five, or twelve years, but not being a soldier is regretted for the rest of your life.
The barracks is a melting pot, with a piece of iron going in and a piece of steel coming out.
The old squad leader once advised us that we must be refined into steel, and we must not be that piece of iron slag.
The old squad leader also said that there are two places that can really temper men, one is the barracks and the other is the prison.
Only those who have no way out will choose prison, so let's throw aspiring young people into the barracks.
I would like to use this book to commemorate my comrades-in-arms who served in the army with me in those years.
The exchange group of the days of being a soldier together: 97949017
