In the same year, we were assigned to the Second Artillery Corps from the north and south of the motherland and trained in the same ravine for three months. The captain of the training team is in his forties and his back is as straight as a flat steel plate. When standing in the military posture, he told us to take a deep breath first, then hold our breath, tuck in our stomachs and hold our chest, stand on tiptoe, try to raise our bodies as high as possible, stand well, fasten our outer belt so that his fingers can't get in, and then let us put down our heels and stand at attention. Many nights, the sunset cast our shadows obliquely on the ground. Listening to our powerful slogan and watching our disciplined training figures, the captains often show subtle smiles at their corners of their mouths.
Another district captain left a deep impression on me: the flat head always walks at the same pace regardless of time and place. Our disobedient quilt is in our hand, and three times and two times is in his hand. Obedient edges and corners are edges and corners. He pulled the sheets twice again, and the whole bed became a work of art.
They are all role models standing in front of me.
It was also in that canyon that I first saw the missile. One Sunday morning, all of us sat on the hillside, watching the missile being dragged out of the tunnel bit by bit, and then lying flat on the launch site bit by bit. Huge white bullets set off the camouflage figure operated by me and became a picture that will remain in my mind forever. When a big guy about 10 stories high stands in front of you, when you think that this is the object you will serve in the future, you can't help but admire in your heart: awesome!
Later, the longer I stayed in the Second Artillery Corps, the more I felt that many ordinary comrades were more remarkable than this big guy.
The characteristics of the Second Artillery are "many mountains, scattered and far away". My first company is halfway up the mountain. You can't play basketball there, because the space outside the barracks is only half as big as the basketball court. This is very similar to a plot in the movie "Zhang Side" many years later: soldiers play basketball, pass a ball, and their hands are heavier. The ball went over the fence, rolled down the hill and fell into Yanhe River. Standing on an open space half the size of a basketball court, you can see rugged dirt roads and scattered farmers scattered in the foothills. It takes five kilometers on this mountain road every afternoon. When the whistle sounded, all the soldiers flew away like arrows.
Still on some mountains, often alone. I visited such a veteran with my leader. A volunteer lives alone at the top of the mountain, walks around the mountain every day, and patrols the tunnels where big guys are hidden. He pointed to the top of the mountain further away and asked me, did you see that top of the mountain? No matter who is there. When the weather is fine, I can see the smoke from the firewood he burned. I often see the top of his mountain. After a while, he added, I can't actually see him. I have forgotten the name of the volunteer and the person he told me, but I can't forget what the veteran looked like and what he said.
These tunnels hidden in the depths of the mountains are guarded by the youthful blood and loneliness of the soldiers and are extremely important positions for the Second Artillery Corps. One August 1, I went to interview an engineering battalion that was building a tunnel. It was the rainy season and the tunnel was full of mud and dust. When deep-hole blasting is carried out in the tunnel, all personnel should be evacuated and cleaned immediately after blasting. The soldiers are wearing high-top rain boots and yellow helmets. Their faces are covered with sweat, rain and dust. They came and went as if they had just come down from the battlefield and were exhausted. But who can say that this is not a battlefield?
Time is like a gentle hand hidden in the darkness. With a flick, the stars move. It's been many years since I left the Second Artillery Corps, but I always think of the dribs and drabs of that year. Last year, one of my students graduated and was assigned to a brigade of the Second Artillery Corps. He said, teacher, I will follow in your footsteps. And I think, like me, he will follow the example of his straight predecessors and grow up in the song "Suddenly there is a hasty password, the earth leaps a string of flames, the heart roams with the rocket, and the galaxy slowly flows around".
The dream of our rocket soldiers is endless.
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