Soon after the assignment of posts, our weapons were sent to Shanghai for maintenance, and when there were no weapons, the company sent us to the second company across the river to train together with their weapons.

The weapons encountered were maintained once every few years, replacing aging lines and worn parts, and correcting the parameters, which were two or three months away, and were not pulled back until the airport was stationed for training, and the instrument squad of the second company also had two new recruits, who were mixed with them during this time, cultivated a deep affection, and left a topic that could never be finished later.

Leading a squad alone, the squad leader showed a strong taste of Red Army soldiers, whether living or studying, he cared for our three recruits, would quietly get up at night to check our sleep, sometimes fold the quilt for us, and more importantly, worry that we would not be able to endure hardships and desert.

The company's food is greatly improved compared with the recruit company, but at that time the troops were slightly nervous, not too rich, generally a meat and a vegetarian, the squad leader always gave us three recruits a small amount of food, the deepest impression is to eat meatballs, the meatballs are not big three per person, he is one person and one clip to us.

Maybe it's the continuation of the tradition, and his squad leader once led him like this, maybe it's the education of the troops, the melting pot has forged the uniform fine style of officers and soldiers, or maybe he is also a generation that grew up under the red flag, with a similar youthful yearning, and the heroic plot of "when you grow up, you want to be a People's Liberation Army".

After graduating from high school and leaving a year late, I was older when I joined the army, and everyone else was "18 years old and 18 years old when I joined the army", but I was 20 years old, two years older than those who joined the army in the same year, and the same age as most soldiers in '92.

The squad leader was the same age as me, the squad leader of the recruit company, and the squad leader who took us to familiarize ourselves with the environment when he left the company, were all the same age as me, and if we talked about the month, they might be younger than me.

Step by step, step by step, and then age became a hard wound that I could not heal on the way forward, and the military academy stepped on the edge of age, just not overage, after graduating from the military academy, even if he had stepped into the post of company commander, but because he did not meet the requirements of youth, he could not be appointed.

It is sometimes a difficult thing to come into contact with these veterans of the same age, with different backgrounds, different experiences, different levels of education, it is difficult to see common topics, there are often communication difficulties, and sometimes you can see some willfulness and childishness in them.

These willfulness and childishness are very fatal, because with the identity of a veteran, it is very uncomfortable, for example, during the recruit company, I was ordered by the ninth squad leader to put the quilt down on the water, and when I was divided, I was selected as a ninety-three soldier in the same class, one year younger than me, who was responsible for teaching me weapon operation and became my instructor.

But he behaved quite immaturely, more willful and childish. Born in the countryside, the education level is not high, relatively smart, and the idea of going home after a few years of mixing, there are not a few people like him who have this situation and thoughts.

The strict cultural examination system of military academies has dispelled the idea of many people wanting to take the military academy examination, and more people want to join the party and go home to arrange work more conveniently, or want to be a squad leader to reflect their value, or make a meritorious service to add glory to their relatives at home.

This coach of mine, therefore, does not pursue progress very much, his training performance is mediocre, he does not have high requirements for himself, but he is very strict with me, and the sense of honor is still tenacious, and he wants to show it by teaching an excellent technical expert.

He is not easy to learn, relying on the experience left by his predecessors, many places I can't understand, I can't understand, I can't speak thoroughly, so I am more alone from the textbook groping, the textbook has principles and predecessors experience in detail, than learning from him.

This also taught me to pay attention to books, and later every time I came to a new post, I always studied the teaching materials first, and no longer blindly listened to the experience of others, which had advantages and disadvantages, and the disadvantage was that I often found that the people who taught had mistakes, so I wanted to correct them.

The first heel appeared in a coach like me, found his mistakes, had some contempt for him, corrected him and was thought to be disobedient to discipline, and a few times provoked him to lose his temper and command me to run with a backpack alone.

The most serious one, at night, let me wear a backpack, set off from the second company, crossed the Qiantang River bridge, ran more than ten kilometers, returned to the first company, and then watched him find the same year's soldiers, pour out his dissatisfaction, fortunately, the person is not bad, the essence is not bad, and he has never made other outrageous moves.

During that time in the second company, the eldest son of the eldest uncle, holding his railway work card and taking the train for free, once came to see me, and the company hid in the village, and heard him say that it took a long time to find it in a taxi.

The accommodation in the countryside was inconvenient, my cousin stayed for most of the day and left, although the time was not long, but it brought rare family comfort, sincere and rich, and the love was overflowing, which made me very moved.

The impact of social change is very obvious in my cousin, who is good at social and good speech, and has high-end cigarettes in his mouth, which he takes out from time to time, and sends them to me and to the squad leader and others, showing himself boldly and generously.

In front of the cousin of the society, the squad leader of the army was a little wooden, and a little shy, at noon the cousin wanted to invite him to eat outside, but he smiled and excused himself, and resolutely did not go, leaving two packs of high-end cigarettes, I quietly gave the squad leader a pack, and the other pack was shared with others.

With such a small episode, the time entered June, and when it was time for the whole battalion of instruments to be stationed at the airport for training, our weapons that were sent to Shanghai for major maintenance and maintenance were picked up by the squad leader in Shanghai, and we were directly pulled to the airport a few days later.

Next to the wide runway of the airport, there is a lonely barracks in a farm, very large, it seems that at least one battalion was stationed at the earliest, and it has been abandoned for too long, the doors and windows are missing, and the artemisia grass is overgrown and difficult to walk.

The first thing to do in the training was to weed and clean the barracks, and then to open positions and set up weapons. Fortunately, there is a residency training once a year, otherwise I don't know what it would be like here.

The barracks were close to the wall of the airport, and outside the wall there was a village connected by an iron gate, and when we arrived, a sentry was arranged, and the iron gate was opened, and we went to the village shop to buy things.

In addition to this barracks, there is also a fish pond on the farm, and more places are idle, and there are a few simple huts in that fish pond, which may be contracted by someone, and sometimes after dinner, they will wander around and find that they are all outsiders.

The grass is high and deep, it is the mosquito rampant season, the standard mosquito net distributed by the army, for the first time, was used, just enough for the marching bed, coarse cotton thread weaving, fine and thick, even the wind can not penetrate after hanging up, the cool and hot summer is particularly sultry, the dense weeds of the farm, the mosquitoes growing are particularly large, particularly fierce, not such a mosquito net may not be able to prevent it.

The house has no doors and windows, which can be ventilated, and the summer is also the rainstorm season, the door is open, but the window must be sealed with plastic film, otherwise the inside will be flooded with rain, so it can not be ventilated, resulting in the whole training period, hot and stuffy.

The living conditions were arduous, the training was equally arduous, the instruments of several companies were lined up, the battalion headquarters sent people to supervise, there was always competition, there were appraisals from time to time, with the purpose of laying the foundation for the upcoming live-ammunition study, the training was quite tight, there were almost no days off, and it was difficult to distinguish between day and night.

As long as there are planes taking off or landing at the airport, whether it is fighter jets or civil aviation, it is for us to sound the air defense combat alarm, and we must immediately rush to our posts, comparing who is the first to discover, who is the farthest tracking, and who has measured the most accurate parameters.

It looks hard, but there are often poetic scenes, our weapons, with a high magnification telescope function, especially my post, the magnification effect is a generation larger than other posts, dozens of kilometers away, a grass and trees on the mountain can be seen clearly.

I don't know what's going on, whenever the fighter jet flies around the field, tracking through the weapon, there will always be tactful and melodious music in the ears, and the blue sky and white clouds, and the planes passing through it, blend into one, can't help but revel in it, especially enjoy.

When I asked the others, I said that I didn't hear them, and when I looked up with my eyes off the weapon, I would disappear, and I found it again, and it was very strange, and the melodious and tactful music seemed to be able to penetrate the heart, and it could not be explained, but the memory could not be clear and profound.

After three months of training at the airport, after returning to the company, he began to prepare to go to the Shanghai shooting range to participate in the annual live-fire exercise.

The master led me into the door, and was finally replaced by me, and during the training competition, except for a fourth-year veteran of the third company, no one in the same post could compare to me. After the company learned of the results, it was officially decided that I would go to the shooting range, and the coach was honorably arranged to stay behind.

In the second year of being a soldier, I was still stationed here for training, brought new recruits, had free time, once ran into the airport runway, wanted to visit civil aviation and fighter planes on the other side, never thought that there was a plane landing, I didn't find it, but the platoon commander who happened to be at the gate of the battalion found out, so he desperately called my name and reminded me to leave quickly.

The distance is too far, and when I heard it, I turned my head and found a huge civil aircraft, which had dived down quickly, I don't know what was going on, the huge roar of the plane was usually not heard here at all, maybe the speed was too fast when diving, and the sound could not keep up.

At that moment, I felt that the runway was so wide, and I tried my best, but I couldn't reach the end, and when I was still some way from the edge of the runway, the plane finally entered the runway, whistling past it, and only then did the roar of the engine enter my ears.

Finally out of danger, finally safe, watching the huge fuselage pass in front of me, there is a feeling of swimming back in front of the ghost gate, and then I dare not enter the runway, and the idea of watching the plane up close is completely put away.