Many years ago, when I was twenty years old, I was considered mature, and my face was a little green, but I rarely had a smile on my face, I had a second-class merit medal and a few third-class merits, which was all my glory, and then, I was left with scars and calves that hurt from time to time when it rained on a cloudy day.

It's getting closer and closer to the day when I get out, my formalities have been delivered to me a few days ago, and I still carry out daily training as usual, but they can all feel that I have really changed, and no one has come to persuade me to stay in the team since the formalities came down, the captain has not, the sub-captain has not, and the platoon commander Zhao has not, and my comrades-in-arms are even more silent, from the end of Wang Li's day until now, I have never touched a real gun, because the captain is afraid that I will commit suicide.

It's really too much to say, I don't have to use a weapon if I want to kill myself, I have many ways to end my life, but I don't, maybe I'm not that stupid.

In the last 10 days, I didn't participate in any training, my daily work was to fold the quilt, run, eat, come back and fold the quilt, I folded the quilt over and over again, I ran on the track as hard as I could, and I didn't want to do anything else.

Later, when I returned to my hometown and contacted a few seniors who came down from the Vietnam War, they smiled and said that they would take good care of you by folding quilts for ten days.

I don't quite understand the meaning of this, the seniors laughed, the veterans who came down from the battlefield or were stained with blood will be locked together and fold the quilt for a month or two, and then kick the right step and fold the quilt, what is the purpose, is to wear off your murderous spirit and that kind of belligerent psychology, but also for fear that something will happen to the place when you go back to the place on the battlefield, so the behavior of folding the quilt can really exercise people's temper and heart.

When I was about to leave, I had folded the quilt and almost emptied my body and mind, during which every night, Platoon Commander Zhao would secretly come over and ask me to get up and say a few words with him, I am also very grateful to Platoon Commander Zhao, in fact, this person and I were transferred from the same brigade, and he was the platoon commander when we were in the brigade, so I kept calling him Platoon Commander Zhao. We sat around the corner of the dormitory, smoking cigarette after cigarette, and he would always say something heartwarming, and finally let me think about whether I should really go back.

I can understand, every time I fool the past, I really can't go on, besides, the formalities are down, and the captain can't spray me to death if I submit it again, so I riveted my idea, saying Platoon Commander Zhao, don't persuade me, I have really made up my mind.

He said that's what I said, and when I got to the place, I said a lot, and in short, he took care of me.

In the end, I lowered my head and began to feel uncomfortable, because I began to recall them, and now that I can live here to talk to Platoon Commander Zhao, I even feel that I should not have come out of that primeval forest alive.

When he saw me like this, he comforted me and said that these things would pass, and there was no need to keep carrying this emotion.

Who doesn't understand the truth? But how many people who understand these truths can really do it?

The day of my departure soon came, and I was alone in the dormitory with my rucksack and my camouflage uniform and some supplies that I could take away, and I handed over my briefs and armbands and chest bands for everything that could not be taken away, and I put my usual camouflage clothes in good place, and then a few of my military medals, which became the stuff at the bottom of my box.

At this time, I noticed that the backpack was dirty, so I pulled out my towel and squatted on the ground to wipe it, the movements of my hands were very sharp, I wanted to wipe off the dirt and dirt, who knew that I stopped wiping my hands, and after a while, I continued to wipe.

The backpack became clean, like a brand new backpack, and if I didn't say it, no one would know how long the backpack had been with me.

There was a bit of a tear in the corner of it, and I couldn't fix it, so I stood up with it on my back and looked at the empty room, and I was stunned for a long time.

I'm leaving, none of this has anything to do with me, I finally looked at my bed and the one where Wang Li had been lying before, I strode out with my head down, my bag on my back, and another bag in my hand.

Walking out of the dormitory building, they could not see their usual figures on the training ground in the distance, instead, they stood in line on the main road, as if to bid me farewell.

I walked over, and one of the soldiers shouted, "Practice for veterans!" Salute~"

I saw the captain, the detachment leader, and the platoon leader Zhao, and the expressionless guard, the entire detachment of comrades came out, the captain looked at me, I also looked at him, and finally I turned around and walked towards the outside of the camp step by step.

They stood on both sides of the road, saluting me, and without putting their hands down, I walked out of their line with my head bowed.

Then I turned around and saluted, saluting them for the last time in my life in this special brigade.

A minute later, I put my hand down and walked out of this special brigade that I loved and hated.

The captain's car was parked at the door, and the person inside was supposed to be his driver, who was responsible for taking me to the nearest county seat to take the train away.

There was a sound of footsteps behind me, and I saw that it was Platoon Commander Zhao, who took my backpack down: "Let's go, I'll send you." ”

I didn't speak, I sat in the back after putting my luggage on, and Platoon Commander Zhao also sat up.

When the car started, the driver turned to me and said, "Don't look back?" ”

I turned my head, and I saw that they were still in place, and that the captain and the detachment leader were standing in the middle and looking at me, motionless.

My tears came out instantly, and Platoon Commander Zhao patted me on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay, what are you crying about, old man." ”

I began to cry, and Platoon Commander Zhao's voice became trembling: "After you kid goes back, it's okay." ”

The car started to start, I leaned on Platoon Commander Zhao's shoulder and kept crying, I stopped looking at the mountains and rivers outside, no longer looking at the village not far away, no longer looking at everything here.

I just know that I have completely left this place, completely left this special brigade that I have always wanted to leave, and I have left and started to be reluctant again.

There was also a melodious song on the radio in this car, and no one sang it, but it was accompanied by my crying, and I completely said goodbye to my military career.

On the platform of the station, the train was whistling past, Platoon Commander Zhao handed me my luggage, I wiped the tears that were still in the corners of my eyes, and Platoon Leader Zhao quipped: "Why didn't I know that you kid liked to shed tears so much." ”

I could see that his eyes were also a little red, so I said, "You go back, platoon commander, just send it here." ”

He waved his hand: "No, I'll take you to the car." ”

I was really scared of the feeling of parting, so I said, "Really, it's okay to get here, platoon commander." "I insisted on getting him back, I didn't want to cry again, there were so many people here, I felt embarrassed.

He didn't speak, just watched the railroad tracks under the platform be silent.

Finally, the train that greeted me as I left whizzed along with a long whistle.

The platoon commander gritted his teeth, and his eyes were red and hammered me: "Slow down on the road." ”

"Platoon commander!"

We hugged each other, and he hammered me hard on the back: "Holy shit, why are you going to leave so soon?" ”

My tears fell on his armband with two stars on a horizontal bar, and his tears fell on my shoulders, which had no rank.

There are a lot of people around, and many people look at me, knowing that they are two soldiers who are separated, and they also know what is going on.

Finally, the train came to a standstill.

"Xiaochen, get in the car!"

Here's what he said to me.

I strapped my backpack and didn't look at him again, turned around, wiped my tears, and stepped into the car.