What the other training teams are like, I don't know, I don't know, but in the training team I am in, all the people are busy writing war petitions, maybe my time as a soldier is not very long, this kind of thing is the first time I have experienced, of course, under the explanation of the instructor and instructor, I naturally also know that after this petition is handed in, if the superior approves, what kind of thing will I experience, but I am a soldier, just like the instructor said, I am a soldier trusted by the people, I put on this military uniform, and now it is no longer just the same as when I first joined the army, just for money, I am now a special combat soldier, and I am the elite of millions of troops.

I took the pen and glanced at the trainees around me, all of them were working hard to write, how should I describe that feeling, perhaps, in their opinion, such a task, such a thing, can be regarded as an honor. However, what I think about in my heart is not only what kind of honor I will get when the mission is completed, what kind of commendation will I receive, how many merits I will make, but more I think about this mission, I must participate, but in case I unfortunately die, what will happen to my family and those I love. Yes, some people may say that the state will support them, they will not be old and helpless, they will not be helpless, at most they will only lose a loved one who served as a soldier.

Yes, I am not afraid of death, but I am really afraid that those I love will become miserable because of my departure, but I also don't want to watch those criminals as a special combat soldier to harm the responsibilities I shoulder, the people I have to protect with my life.

"Chen Mo, aren't you going to participate in this mission?" One of the team members should have just finished writing the petition, walked past me, glanced at me who was still in a daze, and then asked me in a low voice.

Actually, I can also understand it, in that case, everyone in the training team I am in except me, everyone is writing a letter of request, and they have all decided to participate in this mission, only I am still holding the pen in a daze, if I ask it out loud, it will basically be "looked at differently" by everyone.

"No, I'm just thinking about how I should write it, or rather, I'm thinking about more than just writing a petition now." I looked at him, smiled, and said.

"And what else do you want to write?" When the team member heard me say this, he stopped talking cautiously, but asked me curiously.

"Suicide note." Although I only said two words, each word seemed to be sounded on the ground, and almost everyone looked at me at that moment.

"I just don't want to say what I always wanted to say, but never had the opportunity to say after the tragic sacrifice in this mission. Hahaha. When I said this, I was very relaxed, and even laughed, but not only did I feel the sourness in my heart when I said it, but the other trainees were also more or less sour, and several team members also shook their heads and sighed.

Just as I was saying this, the trainee who had just asked me patted me on the shoulder and nodded at me. And then also returned to his place.

I smiled at him again, then picked up the pen again and began my own musings on the blank letterhead.

I forget who once told me that as a soldier, our military uniform is our mission, and when war comes, when everyone is busy running for their lives, the group of people who wear military uniforms will inevitably become retrogrades, not because of anything else, but because we are soldiers.

I was silent, but the pen in my hand was no longer so quiet, and after I simply expressed my desire to fight, the pen in my hand began to write back and forth on the paper what I had wanted to say to my family since I joined the army, but I had not been able to speak.

"Hello, Comrade Chief! I am a trainee from the XX Corps, Chen Mo. As a special combat member of the Chinese People's Armed Police Force, I am also a ...... Please approve my request to join the war. "After writing my petition briefly, I didn't stop my pen, but wrote more quickly on the letterhead.

"Dear father and mother, when you read this letter, your son has already died on the battlefield, and he has finally completed the mission of this military uniform on his body, and he has also fulfilled the oath he made when he first joined the army, 'Serve the country in life and protect the soul of the country in death.'" The flag is rolled on the battlefield, and the horse leather shroud is returned. Now that my son has fulfilled his vow, I hope to take care of himself. Before I joined the army, I was just a child who often bothered you, but after joining the army, this military uniform on my body taught me how to be a real man who stands up to the sky. In the past, I always didn't listen to you, I was always rebellious, and I even always felt that what I did was right, what you said was wrong, which made you angry and sad, but what my son must tell you is that choosing to join the army is the most correct decision I have made in my life, and it is also the most honorable thing in my life. Dad, mother, and son's departure is for more people to live better, so I also hope that your second elder can be happy for your son, but not sad. Dad, Mom, your two elders are not very good, you must take care of yourself in the future, especially on rainy days, don't in order to save so much electricity bills, turn on the dehumidification of the air conditioner, no matter when, as long as you feel uncomfortable, you must go to the hospital, don't feel that you can resist the past, you must ......"

Almost stubbornly resisting the urge to burst into tears, I wrote several pages of letters to my parents, many words, but in the end I still couldn't write them down, because I also clearly understood that some words, if I wrote them down, in exchange, maybe just my parents were more sad and sad, rather than so, it is better to let these words continue to be buried in my heart.

Just when I finally carried the tears and finally wrote these words in my heart, I don't know why, maybe it's because of guilt, I continued to write a letter, a letter that made me, let me not know whether I should hand it in with the letter of war, but, I am such a person, no matter life or death, I don't want to go down with guilt, if there is, then do my best to make up for it, but, now, the only thing I can do may be to write this letter, of course, If I hadn't sacrificed, hadn't died on the battlefield, and if I hadn't sent these letters by the end, then I would definitely have found a way to make amends with practical actions.

"Yiwen, I'm Chen Mo, in fact, when I was writing this letter, I was even hesitating what I should call you, whether I should call you Yiwen or Miss Yiwen. I don't know if this letter will ever reach you. Actually, since you blocked a shot for me that time, I don't even know if you're on earth or in heaven right now. It's just that I'm sorry to tell you that when you read this letter, I was already gone, so let me be bold for the last time, as I did when I was alone before, and call you one last Yiwen. At that time, because of the mission, I had no choice but to lurk in your father's group, and I also knew that you had never participated in any of your father's activities at all, just because you were your father's daughter, just because, I had to gain your father's trust, I never thought of using you, let alone trying to harm you, and even, sometimes, I wondered if I had fallen in love with you, but I was a soldier, and I couldn't like you at that time. After I came back, I have dreamed of you in countless dreams, and I have also woken up countless times and recalled the time with you, and the scene where you blocked the shot for me. Seriously, I seem to have really fallen in love with you, but I don't know if you are on earth or in heaven now, if you are in heaven, I think, we will meet soon, if you are still in the world, then please allow me to come to you again in the next life to compensate for the guilt of this life. I'm sorry, I don't know, it's not too late to talk to you about this now, it's just that when you read this letter, I have already left the world, and the only thing I can do is to say sorry to you, but please believe that from beginning to end, I never thought of using you, I never ......"

A letter of paper, a letter of invitation to war, two suicide notes, before and after, I actually wrote a small half of it, I didn't even expect it. When I finally finished writing, I didn't bind this letter of invitation and the two suicide notes together, but divided it into three parts and gave them to my instructor.

When the instructor took the letter I handed him, his expression was obviously stunned, it is estimated that he has seen a soldier write three copies of the letter for war, and he immediately wanted to open the three copies of the letterhead, and when he wanted to open it, I held his hand.

"Comrade instructor, here is a letter of invitation to fight, as well as two of my suicide notes, please forward them to the brigade party committee, and they must be issued after my sacrifice." My eyes were fixed on my instructor, and there was a hint of pleading in my tone.

When the instructor heard me say this, his eyes were also focused on my face, then he pursed his lips, nodded solemnly, and didn't say anything more, just turned around and left.

Looking at the back of the instructor turning away, I let out a long sigh of relief, and then immediately put on a smiling face, walked back to my tent, and returned to our group of trainees, with excitement and fighting spirit......