Iron-Blooded Youth: Diary of a Recruit

The first scene in the story (farewelling veterans) made me a little excited, and the first person's name made me feel tears in my eyes. Because I also experienced the same scene

When I was in the recruit company, I did an action wrong during an assessment. I was too nervous at the time. Later, our class came last. I felt very embarrassed at the time. The more I thought about it, the more I felt I had lost the class. The squad leader of my recruit company at the time took good care of me. The more I thought about it, the more I felt embarrassed. I was embarrassed in the class. When I was summing up in the platoon, I couldn't bear it and cried. I kept crying. I didn't know why. Later, the monitor asked other people in the class to go to the study room and came to enlighten me. He gave me a cigarette and asked me to smoke it. The monitor said to me, if it doesn't work this time, we will take it back next time. Why cry! Later, our class practiced quilting for half an hour every day at noon, and then practiced the goose step. Filling the kettle with water, placed it on the soles of the feet, and then finalized the shape. From then on, our class ranked first in every queue assessment, and we were still the goose step demonstration class. I think I am the monitor.

He is a passionate man who protects his family and country. He dreamed of being a soldier when he was young. He also conceived many versions of various adventures. The ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. In the early stage of changing into military uniforms after the physical examination, due to various unknown reasons, he could not realize his dream. Maybe this is the gap. I don't have an uncle with whom the protagonist has a certain relationship, so I won't mention it. However, the protagonist of the novel has a very delicate writing style, clearly recording his life in the military camp from the time he was a recruit to his own gradual growth, with passion, blood and tears. It is a pity that he has never been a soldier, but from the author's writing, I walked into the military camp life that seemed to belong to me. I was so moved!

"We quietly feel like soldiers." What a simple sentence, how difficult a sentence, and how touching. It turns out that it is not easy to be a soldier. From now on, every time you see a person wearing a military uniform, you must respect him a little more, because every qualified soldier is a real strong man! Thumbs up for the military!

As the author narrates, he slowly and carefully reflects on his precious memory. Sometimes he can't help but laugh out loud, and sometimes he feels that the corners of his eyes have become wet. I can feel the author's implicitness. The meaning of the word "iron and blood" is not that the face is painted with oil paint and the body is covered with high-tech equipment in the current film and television works. Different eras have different characteristics.

I read the latest chapters in one go. They are full of meaning and I can't stop. Why is it that after so many years, every scene is clearly imprinted in the author's mind? Each of us has a memory of youth, and this memory is our most precious treasure. Push away the growth rings, ignore the time, youth is invincible, and the military camp loves you! So envious, so longing, so disappointed. He became a soldier, maybe three years. If you don't become a soldier, you will regret it for the rest of your life!

Recalling my experience in the police camp, I was definitely inspired by the author. I gritted my teeth and did 3 sets of push-ups (absolutely standard, 1 set of 10) but I couldn't do it anymore! I persisted for 3 days and found the familiar feeling of muscle soreness again. I looked at my swollen beer belly and it was not much like my wife who was 3 months and 4 months pregnant. Never mind! Memories can only be memories after all 😁 I promise I won't beat you to death when I see the author!

I don't remember many things when I was a squad leader in my second or even third year, but I still remember a lot of things when I was a recruit in my first year. The day the old squad leader retired from the army, I fell asleep in bed. Squad leader Pan came to our second shift and woke me up. He said: Keep it down! The monitor is leaving. I remember clearly that his voice, eyes, and movements all revealed his emotions. The longing for hometown and the reluctance to leave the army were contradictoryly intertwined. It was only two years later that I finally understood what it was like.

The writing is very appropriate and true, and it shows that being a soldier can indeed train people to be strong-willed and not afraid of hardship or fatigue

It's very real. Come on, come on, learning and exchange are here.

The most important thing is authenticity. Reading your novel gives me an immersive feeling, and even the shadows of my comrades may appear in my mind from time to time. More than ten years have passed, and the scene of the battalion commander reading out the order to retire on the rostrum seems to have happened yesterday. When I recall it now, it is still vivid and clear... We who serve as soldiers are different; we who serve as soldiers are sentimental, righteous and bloody; we who serve as soldiers are not afraid of hardship and have a sense of responsibility; we who serve as soldiers must return if called upon to fight. 👍 Created by the squad leader and read by the recruits. Come on!

Come on and read "Women Are Self-Strengthening"

Come on (ง •̀_•́)ง.

Speaking of beer, I can't forget the Huanghe brand from the army canteen. The dark brown bottle is different from most other bottles. The bottle is round and suddenly becomes thinner when it reaches the neck, making it look like a big grenade. I haven't seen him since he was discharged from the army😄

Toon, I still have a deep impression on whether the floor is red or white, and I will never forget it in my life.

The monitor writes carefully and well. I fully support it.