The queue training lasted for a whole month, from a single queue action to the class queue, and finally the queue square.

After a month of training, it's a bit of a decent.

On the day of acceptance, a leader of the detachment came.

The company commander tidied up the team and ran to the rostrum with several desks arranged horizontally, "Report to the chief of staff, the recruit company queue reports that the queue is complete, whether to start or not, please instruct!" The company commander is a servant. ”

"Let's go!"

"Yes!"

We held our breath, our bodies seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, there was a hot breath lifted up, our minds were blank, we forgot all the suffering and tiredness, and put aside all the people and things.

Condensation watched them report, salute, and salute in return, waiting for the company commander's order.

The company commander turned around and ran to the command position of our platoon, gave orders one by one, and did everything from a single action to the squad queue, and finally each platoon passed by the rostrum in a platoon.

When we turned from the beginning to the main step and at the same time turned to salute the rostrum, the chief of staff raised his hand and saluted in return, shouting: "Comrades have worked hard! ”

We shouted in unison: "Train hard, improve your skills." ”

Although I have practiced dozens of times before, there is a sense of sacredness in this atmosphere.

I think that the indomitable spirit of sacrifice and the sense of professional honor of the soldiers are tempered in this way.

This is followed by a capturing drill. It is to learn the 21 movements of the wrestling fist at that time.

According to the coach, this grappling fist is adapted from Shaolin boxing, and every movement is very practical.

There was a squad leader from the Cixi County squadron next to us, who bragged to us, "Ten little hooligans can't get close to me!" "I really worshipped it at the time.

We studied very carefully, felt much more interesting than the queue, and were anxious to learn the next move.

It's actually hard. We don't have martial arts skills, so we have to start from the basic movements, kick a horse for 10 minutes, and have back pain at the end of the day.

Fortunately, the people slowly got acquainted, and they felt that the whole person was integrated into the team, and the continuous shouting of "one, two, three, four" before and after the training was encouraging, and the mental state was very good.

The correspondence at home has also become normal, and all the good news I have received is good.

I remember one time I happily told my family: "Now I have to eat all the fish." ”

Here's an episode you won't forget.

Once, at dinner, the little duty put the hairtail and other vegetables in one of my pots, and I ate two bites of light rice and left the dining hall.

The platoon commander came out and asked me if I was not feeling well or homesick. I said that I didn't eat fish since I was a child, and I didn't want to eat it because it tasted like fish.

Tears flowed as he spoke.

In fact, at this time, I naturally thought of the good at home.

The platoon commander comforted me and asked me to learn to live a collective life, to learn to eat everything, to ensure nutrition, and to talk to him if I wanted to eat in the future, and I talked a lot and felt very warm.

Then he accompanied me to call the cooking class to re-cook and eat.

I don't know why, since this incident, I've had to eat everything.

I often think that sometimes it is easy to change people!