Night Listening: Take the borders home

Author:Karakon Guardian Time:2022.08.28

Take the border back home

Author | Ma Tengfei

"Xiao Fang, what are you doing?"

"I left in a few days. Before I left, I wanted to pick two border stones to commemorate the youth of my two years in the Karakon Plateau in the past two years ..."

This soldier who was picking stones by the river was called Liu Zhenfang. Two years ago, he was attracted by the promotional video on the large screen on the street. He signed up for the army to a certain part of the Xinjiang Military Region and defended the border defense at the Karakolon Plateau with an average altitude of 5,000 meters.

Looking at Tianhe Yun in the distance, his thoughts seemed to return to two years ago. Because of his age, his comrades like to call him a small side, and the squad leader called him Xiao Fang. At the beginning of the plateau, the plateau reactions such as nausea, vomiting, and headache gave him a horse. He couldn't help but think of the home, but the enthusiasm of joining the army and defending the belief of the motherland made him persist.

Soon after, he just adapted to the plateau and asked to go to the front line of the border. Knowing that he was allowed to embark on the patrol path, he was excited to sleep all night. He got up half an hour in advance the next day and was ready to start.

For the first time to participate in the patrol, the team walked very slowly. At first, he still had the most spectacular appreciation of the snowy mountains, but he went back and more tired, and became more and more upset. The monotonous and boring environment made his original excitement get a lot of instantly, and he was not physical strength, and even had the idea of giving up.

I don't know how long it took, and finally arrived at the end of the patrol. The squad leader took out a five -star red flag stacked from the bag. The four comrades raised four corners. The flag was 45 degrees on the blue sky. At this moment, everyone seemed to be a monument to the world. Later, everyone picked up a stone under their feet, held it in the palm of their hands, watched the dedicated expression of the squad leaders, and then stared at the five -star red flag flying in the wind. In the endless belief, he also quietly picked up a small stone and called it "Bianguanyu".

When the veteran retired in September last year, he gave the "Border Guanyu" that he treasured the first patrol to the veteran of the same class to commemorate the days when he struggled together. Now that it is time to leave, his ear seemed to sound a camel ringtone again, which was the last time he patrolled the Guardian Guardian of Kara Kunlun. Walking by the river, he picked up a small stone and held it in his palm. As he had just set foot on Karakunlon's land that year, he was unwavering. He knew that this was the "border stone" he was going home, and it was also his persistence and unforgettable memories of his life.

Introduction to this issue

Zhang Min

A literary warrior, loves broadcast host. Use the microphone to tell the military story of the military and convey the sound of the barracks with the mind.

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