0260 Veteran, Good Soldier

Before this, the vast majority of people did not know Wang Shuguang.

For them, it's a passerby.

If you look closely, you will find that he has no legs and has a prosthesis.

Few people know the story behind him, the smoke of war has dissipated for nearly thirty years, and he is ordinary and ordinary.

Flowers, applause, praise, never extravagant.

Who will remember that the "People's Liberation Army Daily" once published a front-page headline for Wang Shuguang, which read: "The college student platoon commander made meritorious contributions at the front line, and he still sang all the way when he lost his feet and was carried down. ”

Wang Shuguang was awarded a first-class meritorious service, an honor that he would never get during the preparation for war.

Wang Shuguang recalled: "During the period of hospitalization, honorary certificates and medals from the society and the army came one after another and hung all over the walls. I also receive letters from time to time. At that time, my heart was very complicated, and I couldn't sleep all day and night. I was thinking, I'm a soldier, how can I continue to fight without my legs and my fingers to pull the trigger? How to fulfill the duties of a soldier? ”

Although he was still alive, Wang Shuguang's heart was dead, and in the face of his mutilated body, he fell into a deep depression.

He couldn't imagine what he could do without his uniform.

There are always bitter and untold stories behind the combat heroes, and they always present the best side in the public eye, and the heavy sadness is carried by themselves.

"What really pulled me back from my depression and made him decide to get back on his feet and continue fighting. It was the little soldier who kept crying and shouting to keep me awake after I was hit by a mine. ”

"On the fifth day after I underwent surgery, on the battlefield, a shell landed at his feet. At the age of seventeen, his life was forever fixed at the age of seventeen, and he stayed in Laoshan forever. ”

When it came to the sad place, Wang Shuguang was already in tears.

Li Yongdog is only seventeen years old, and it is the time to grow his body, because of the difficult conditions on the front line, his nutrition has not been able to keep up, and his weight is only more than 110 catties.

In view of his physical condition, the squad leader arranged to be mainly responsible for transporting materials such as ammunition, food, medicine and letters, and later took on the task of transporting the bodies of the wounded and martyrs from the front line.

Just imagine, the scrawny body needs to carry dozens of kilograms of shells over the mountains and mountains, and what kind of terrain the old mountain is is for all to see.

The slope is almost always greater than 45 degrees, not to mention carrying heavy loads, and there is no rope to provide protection, which is enough to kill people.

Shuttling between the front line and the rear, in order to avoid being discovered by the enemy, you have to go wherever it is difficult.

Dozens of round-trips a day, more than a dozen shells, and heavy bullet boxes.

Seventeen years old, a child who has not yet reached adulthood, grew up to be a soldier of the republic during the war.

"This is a picture of Li Yong-inu." As he spoke, Wang Shuguang took out old photos from his clothes pocket.

It's all pressed film, and it can be seen that he cherishes it and treats it as a treasure.

Li Yongdog went over the mountains to transport artillery shells.

Li Yongdog stood guard in front of the position.

Li Yongdog shuttled through the grass with a box on his back.

It's so young, it's so delicate.

When you see the photo, you can even think of what it would be like if he hadn't sacrificed, if he had walked down the battlefield alive.

Nearly half a hundred years old, he talked and laughed with relatives and friends at the wine table on the first day of the new year, and his wife may not be beautiful enough, but she must be very kind-hearted.

There must be children, two, no, it should be one, there is a family planning policy.

People like Li Yongdog shouldn't care about boys and girls, boys and girls are the same, and they will love their children the same.

But all of this was shattered with the explosion of that cannonball.

He should have had a good future, perhaps as a cadre in his hometown, Rao County, Hebei Province, or as a middle-level leader in a state-owned enterprise unit in Beijing.

At the age of seventeen, he didn't even get a chance to walk around the big city.

Wang Shuguang: "Whenever I think of the brother who pulled me back from the brink of death is no longer there and leaves like this, my heart aches faintly. ”

"Platoon commander, as long as you keep your eyes open, we will definitely carry you back alive!" The words shouted by Li Yongdog echoed in Wang Shuguang's ears from time to time.

"At this point, I suddenly realized that I couldn't be depressed anymore, I had to pick myself up, I had to get up and keep fighting. Because my life belongs not only to myself, but also to my comrades-in-arms who risked their lives to carry me back from the front. Many of them died in the battles that followed. ”

"I'm not just going to live for myself, I'm going to live for them! I want to continue their uncontested career, and their wives and children, old and young, will be taken care of by me, Wang Shuguang. ”

Wang Shuguang's words were full of firmness and confidence.

He didn't just say that, he did it for more than thirty years.

No one forced him, and there would be no material reward for doing these things, on the contrary, considerable energy and money would have to be paid.

When they heard this, netizens were already crying silently.

Why have none of these things ever been heard of?

Shocked, deeply shocked.

How many soldiers are there like Wang Shuguang and Li Yongdog?

The tombstone in the Malipo Martyrs Cemetery is the answer, the Jiangzhi Martyrs Cemetery, the Nanshan Martyrs Cemetery, the Shifakashan Martyrs Cemetery, the Fangcheng Martyrs Cemetery, the Guangxi Napo Martyrs Cemetery, the Jingxi Martyrs Cemetery, the Chongzuo Martyrs Cemetery, and the Hekou Shuitou Martyrs Cemetery......

The hundreds of martyrs' cemeteries in the motherland are the best answer.

It's not that there is no justice and no kindness in this world, it's just that you don't have the heart to discover it.

In any case, these things will eventually be passed down from generation to generation in the unthinkability of many people.

There will always be good people who are kind and full of justice.

Wang Shuguang's story continues.

In the thirty years since he lost his legs, he has been working hard and overcoming endless difficulties.

In order to be able to stand and walk as normal, he went through more than a dozen surgeries.

More than a dozen surgeries?

What kind of concept is that? What kind of experience?

A dozen times of spinal anesthesia.

When the needle is inserted into the spine more than a dozen times, the cerebrospinal fluid leaks due to the dura being punctured.

Complications such as headaches and back pain followed.

That kind of pain is something that ordinary people can't experience at all.

I have already lost both legs, and my back hurts so much that I can't walk upright, and my head hurts from time to time.