Once upon a time, dedication was a spirit that was celebrated.

But now he has been scolded as "stupid".

It may be difficult for people to achieve true selfless dedication in real society, but it does not prevent it from being eulogized in literary works.

It's like eating lobster every day, and you get tired of it, and you always occasionally spice up some sweet potatoes to cook porridge.

On the Internet, cool articles abound, and you can pick them up.

It's so easy to be cool and spiritually high.

From the very beginning of this book, I emphasized that what I want to praise is dedication and sacrifice.

Maybe I'm too stubborn.

I also know that online texts need to be interactive, and they also need to follow the trend.

But that doesn't stop me from still being a fool.

I remembered that one day, when I was still wearing the rank of private and in front of the recruits, the platoon commander asked me and two other comrades to cut the turf of the company.

At that time, there was no automation in cutting turf, relying on that kind of big scissors, squatting on the ground and cutting by hand, and everyone who tried it knew that it was very tiring.

At that time, I was still quite slippery.

Taking advantage of the absence of the squad leader and the captain, a fellow villager and I slipped under the shady wall of the row house to be lazy, and watched the Shandong soldier Lao Guo sweat profusely under the scorching sun.

My fellow and I thought we were smart.

That's right, before I joined the army, I saw too much "smartness" in the mall, just like Yanyan.

But I still didn't hide it from the class leader.

Over the years, I've forgotten how the squad leader punished me, but I still remember what he said-

Do you know why so few of you are from there as generals in the army? Because you are so "smart".

That's right.

We are indeed "too smart".

Just as everyone thinks that solemnly served as a soldier for a few years before he was promoted, he died of a loss, and he should enjoy it!

In fact, the solemnity in the book is much luckier than many soldiers.

Many soldiers have been soldiers for many years and have been discharged.

Many soldiers did not even have the opportunity to attend military schools.

You all think that the big city is good, you all think that the special forces are good, you all think that you should go back to the big city, you should go back to the big city, hug Bai Fumei, the left-handed career and the right-hand beauty, you all look down on those non-elite troops, and forget those ordinary troops who guard and defend the border.

There are so many people in the PLA, they all squeeze their heads to go to the special forces, who will guard the border? Who is going to be the little poplar?

If someone who hasn't been a soldier scolds me, I'll forget it.

When I saw someone who had been a soldier spraying me, I was saddened.

Comrade-in-arms, have you forgotten our oath to enlist in the army?

Have you forgotten how the troops taught us?

Some people say that it is a waste to train such a special soldier and bring a military reconnaissance battalion!

This smart big brother, do you think those "king of soldiers"-style characters will do it in the end?

There are no ups and downs in life?

Everyone's going well?

Wu Zhongliang, the former political commissar of the "Eagle" brigade, was a soldier king-like figure when he was a soldier; after being promoted, he worked proudly until the deputy chief of staff of the brigade, but suddenly he was shunted to a local area to become a county armed forces department during the military reform.

Supposedly, what a waste!

If it's the people who spray me like and that, they've given up a long time ago, right?

Wu Zhongliang didn't.

After that, he returned to the army and brought out a number of well-known troops, winning the first place in martial arts competitions and international special forces competitions.

Zhang Maochun, the creator of the all-army fully armed five-kilometer record (17 minutes and 23 seconds), won various competitions (including the well-known Erner. Assault International Scout Competition) after the championship, and then a coastal defense brigade as the captain of the teaching team......

All this does not prevent these people from shining in their new positions.

Now people can't stand any grievances?

Some people say they want to abandon books.

For paid readers, I bow and say I'm sorry.

For those with internship titles and apprenticeship titles, I will send a ban package, how far will I go! I don't eat your set of seven senses! To be respected from me, you have to respect me first!

I still can't forget that when I was in the General Hospital of the Military Region with Liu Honggui (actually a pseudonym, I won't announce my real name), I accompanied me, an old squad leader who suffered from bone cancer, through the unforgettable time of that month.

He threw away his crutches every day and, with the only remaining leg, jumped from the first floor of the inpatient department of the General Hospital of the Military Region to the eighth floor of the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery - why did he live in the Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery? Because it had already spread at that time......

The army sent me because I thought I was a backbone, a party member, and a veteran, and I was afraid that people with terminal cancer would hurt too much, jump off buildings, and have accidents.

But everyone is wrong.

My old squad leader never cried out in pain, and gritted his teeth behind my back.

There was a very young deputy chief doctor in cardiothoracic surgery, who graduated from a doctorate in medical college, and he always liked to take the infusion of glucose and put it in the refrigerator and drink it cold.

He said to me, your comrade-in-arms is really amazing, he actually laughs and grins all day long, he spreads very badly, it is reasonable to say that it will hurt a lot, you tell him not to exercise too vigorously, it spreads faster.

I said you're not a doctor? You operate on him, cut off the tumors.

He looked at me like an alien and said, "Do you know what those tumors are? You think it's one by one, densely stacked and attached to the bones, how do you ask me to scrape.

As I listened, my eyes turned red.

Oh my poor old squad leader!

In fact, he didn't graduate from Lu Academy at all, he found out that he had bone cancer after the annual competition in the school (held once every year when new students enter), and as long as he could return to school within half a year, he could retain his student status.

So he listened to the doctor's words and chose to amputate his leg at a high level, and his entire right leg was gone......

However, the chemotherapy delayed him, and he returned to school a year later, and his student status was not retained, and he returned to his original unit.

After returning to our brigade, I didn't expect it to spread again in a short time......

Oh my ill-fated old squad leader!

Even in such a difficult time, I didn't see him cry, maybe he did, but he didn't let me see it.

I can keep Lin Qingying's emotional line, and I can conform to some of my own memories and make corresponding compromises, which is a respect for readers and a manifestation of conforming to the trend of online text interaction.

However, the core and inner content of the book will not change.

The spirit of the book will not change.

Because there are some things I can't change.

There are some people, some things, I have to write out, I have to record them, this book has been prepared for more than ten years, and I have never finished it because I always feel that this kind of subject may not have a market.

Now I can't hesitate any longer, I'm afraid that I won't write this book, and I won't have the opportunity or courage to write it in the future.

Perhaps from the point of view of economic interests, the book is not a success.

But everyone has to do what they want to do and do what they have to do.

Every time I write a book, those people appear vividly in my mind, and I seem to hear Liu Honggui jumping up on the stairs of the inpatient department of the General Hospital of the Military Region, sweating profusely with his one-legged jump, and then looking back to see me who has been following me, and said to me with a smile: "XX, don't worry about me, I won't commit suicide!" ”

Then he turned his head and continued to jump up and down......

I think that's a spirit of perseverance, even at the end of life.

That's all I have to say.

I'm done, you can give up the book.

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