Veteran never die

Chapter 107 To the Guardian of Yimu River

0106 To the Guardian of Yimu River

The comment section exploded too!

"Sacrifice?! How did such a good person sacrifice? Did God blind him?!"

"I knew it was like this! I knew it was like this! Why do good people live so long!"

"Salute! Company commander go!"

"Fulfill your mission, defend the border for the country, good soldier! Salute!"

Wang Liang wiped his tears with the toilet paper handed over by Sun Weimin, choked up for a long time before saying: "On the afternoon of December 32, [-], Du Hong, the company commander of the Yimu River Frontier Defense Company in Mongolia, accidentally Fell off the cliff, rescue failed and sacrificed, only [-] years old."

Wang Liang choked up several times, but continued to speak: "Since then, Du Hong said goodbye to his wife who was two months pregnant, to his mother who was seriously ill, to Yimuhe, to his favorite job, to his favorite job. His soldiers, bid farewell to the patrol line, bid farewell to the gate post, bid farewell to the outpost, bid farewell to the warehouse, bid farewell to the stable, and bid farewell to the vegetable shed."

"The thing that made Du Hong most proud was to participate in the [-] military parade marking the [-]th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China."

On that day, he stood in front of the comrades who were visiting and introduced himself: "My name is Du Hong, and I am a member of the sixth platoon of the army cadet team. My troops are stationed at the top of the Republic's territory. My comrades use their footsteps every day. Defending every inch of the motherland, here we will use our footsteps to present a gift to the [-]th anniversary of the motherland."

Du Hong knew that he shouldered the expectations and pride of all officers and soldiers in Yimuhe.

He had to walk through Tiananmen Square with gallantry, as he did at all sentinels.

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"Let's go hero!"

"Commander Du didn't leave, he was just busy at another post."

"The motherland and the people will never forget him!"

"Please take good care of his wife and posthumous son, so that the hero can leave with peace of mind."

"salute!"

"Salute! Company commander go!"

"The veteran is here... the company commander, please go!"

Once upon a time, this story touched many people.

But as time goes by, who can remember the company commander?
life, only once.

If you choose to become a soldier, you must be ready for dedication and sacrifice.

You say how good the salaries and benefits of officers are, but have you ever known how much they paid?

Does anyone still remember Du Lianchang?
He is just an ordinary one among the 10,000+ company commanders in the Chinese People's Liberation Army, just a drop in the ocean.

On this cold night, Wang Liang burst into tears.

At this moment, what he thought of was not only Du Hong, but more heroes who sacrificed.

Little known heroes.

Unsung heroes.

He was touched for a while, but not for a lifetime of heroes.

The emotional Wang Liang couldn't help but chant aloud:

To the Guardians of the Yimu River

To commemorate Du Hong, the company commander of Yimuhe

Company Commander Du Hong died

You ask me who is Du Hong

Yes
if not for the sacrifice
how do you know
A frontier company commander thousands of miles away
Yimu River
When the squad leader is in Yimuhe

Yimu River
Work in Yimuhe
现在
sleeping in Yimu River
You ask me where is Yimuhe
Yes
If not for death and blood
Awakened Wars and Accidents
how do you know
A small company on the Wanli border defense line
The company commander there and the soldiers there

It is the depths of the deserted Xing'an Mountains

A frontier outpost in the Far North
It is a lonely test in an extremely cold place
It is the crown of pride at the top of the territory of the Republic

Comrades who have been to Yimuhe will ask
soil of innocence

Is it really more precious than the breath of life and death?

Cold and lonely border barbed wire
Is it really worth cherishing more than the white and solid bones?

the answer is a bitter yes
Every pinch of frozen soil on the cold frontier
It's all about your well-being
Every section of the silent border barbed wire

Both represent the dignity of the suffering nation

Guardian of the Yimu River

His hand once wiped the tears from the corners of the young warrior's eyes
His feet have stepped on the border road passed down by his ancestors countless times
Du Hong
You sleep forever on this mountain road that has been walking for more than ten years

don't say anything
the motherland knows you

the motherland knows me

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This poem was written two years ago, and the author was not Wang Liang, but he remembered it after reading it once, and it was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Remember this hero!

Du Hong's soldiers, they also have a lot to say.

Sergeant: "During the heavy snow in winter, the comrades in the company had a collective birthday. In order to let everyone have a drink, the company commander did not hesitate to punish him and drove to the card station more than 90 kilometers away from the company."

"Last year's martial arts competition, the company commander who had a habitual dislocation of his shoulder, endured the pain and insisted on running the 400-meter obstacle, just for the honor of the Yimuhe company."

"The company commander always takes the trouble to cover the soldiers who are sleeping and kicking the quilt every night... The company commander is my eternal role model and my most beloved big brother forever."

Private: "On the day I finished my recruit company, the company commander and I were in the same car. I just remember that he called the company early: 'Let the cooking team prepare the meals, and it can't be lower than eight. Let the boiler room heat up the hot water, so that you can have hot meals and hot water when you arrive at the company.’”

"We only have a one-month relationship. Such a good person, he is still organizing our training in the morning, but he is not in the afternoon. Good company commander, my company commander for life!"

Sergeant Major, Third Class: "I have not forgotten your words, 'The boundary marker is in front of me, the people are behind me, the responsibility is on my shoulders, and the motherland is in my heart. They brought it out. A man with lofty aspirations, willing to defend his youth and peace!"

First class soldier: "Whether it's the scorching sun or the storm, the company commander will continue to organize the soldiers to carry out training. When we show our unpleasant expressions on our faces, the company commander will reprimand everyone loudly: even if there are knives in the sky, you have to train. Isn't it true? Stop fighting when it rains, remember that you are all soldiers of my Yimuhe! No one in Yimuhe is a coward!"

Second lieutenant: "The mother of the comrade-in-arms in the company was seriously ill, and the family conditions were difficult. The company commander led everyone to donate money to solve the problem. He said: the mother of the comrade-in-arms is also everyone's mother. We should treat everyone around us as our own brothers. "

After the story was told, Wang Liang squatted on the ground.

For this veteran, such memories are too cruel.

I didn't think about it once, but my heart ached once.

Once the mind is open, there is no end to it.
But Wang Liang still wants to talk about it. If someone is willing to listen to what he said, then someone will remember these heroes, pass them on by word of mouth, and leave their names in history.

The country is developing, the times are progressing, heroes can never be forgotten!
Du Hong, as well as those guards of northern Xinjiang who poured passionate youth, fiery years, blood and even precious lives into this glacial river, their bodies have turned into proud snow pines, majestic mountains, and ice and snow monuments, Their lives have been integrated into the ever-flowing Ergun River, the boundary monument will remember their dedication, and the boundary river will tell their loyalty.

The back of the hero is not far away, and the story of the hero inspires more heroes. When the azaleas bloom and the mountains are red in the coming year, in order to protect every inch of the motherland, countless bloody men and women will gather here again to take over the The steel guns they once held in their hands...

(End of this chapter)