When I was a child, I often heard my grandfather talk about those sad past events. Grandpa is a veteran and lost a leg in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. It was a little me, and my favorite thing was pestering my grandfather to tell him the real past in my military career. With the story of Grandpa, it seems that he is also in a battlefield filled with smoke. Now, although my grandfather has passed away, those wonderful stories are deeply rooted in my heart. Those loveliest people are like the most beautiful hymns under the red flag, which is my goal to fight for.
Close your eyes, grandpa's voice seems to be lingering in your ears again: this is a true story, and the protagonist of the story is a passionate and selfless northeast man. He is strong, witty and brave, about 45 years old. He experienced eight years in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and three years in the War of Liberation. He is a tough guy. I was 18 years old. When I left home for the first time, I was full of fear of war. I just participated wholeheartedly in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. He is my monitor. I don't remember his name, except that everyone affectionately called him the old monitor. In those war years, he gave me the most selfless care, similar to the feelings of fatherly love, which made up for my regret that I had no father since I was a child. I remember that at that time, for the convenience of carrying, our rations were all fried noodles, but we ate fried noodles every meal. Many comrades' horns were rotten, and I was so serious that I couldn't eat anything. At that time, we still had a small amount of cooked food every day, and he would secretly give me his share every time. Although it is only a small detail, it warms my heart and warms the most difficult time.
He often tells me that if there were no war, his son would be as old as me. His greatest wish is to find a filial daughter-in-law to serve his mother after the war, give birth to a group of fat dolls, plant a few acres of irrigated land, and let the family live a happy and comfortable life. But no one expected that he experienced great storms, but he stayed in the Korean battlefield forever and never came back.
That battle was called "eternal hatred" in the history of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. After that battle, the 180 division was almost wiped out, leaving only a few survivors. That was the day after the United States launched a full-scale counterattack. Just as the troops were advancing northward, 180 Division received a telegram from the headquarters of the 60th Army, ordering 180 Division to place its main force south of the North Han River to cover the withdrawal of the main force of the Corps northward. However, at this time, the troops on both sides withdrew, and the US military took the opportunity to occupy the positions on both sides of the 180 Division. 180 division was in extreme danger, and the military issued an evacuation order, but it was too late. We tried our best to break through, but we still couldn't break through the heavy blockade of the US military. Seeing that the whole army was about to be wiped out, and we lost contact with the military, the headquarters had to give the order to break through.
As a division guard class, we have the responsibility to protect the safety of leaders. Perhaps the U.S. military found this team unusual and kept an eye on it from the beginning. We traveled day and night, but we still couldn't escape the pursuit of the American army. From the initial 200 people to less than 30 people now, finally, we met with the US military. In the open field of a valley, American tanks roared wantonly, and steel tracks rolled up the bodies of my teammates and threw them hard. At that moment, I knew what a murderer was and what cruelty was. In desperation, the old monitor suddenly shouted, "Run up the hill!" " "Everyone didn't react, protecting the leadership and running up the mountain. The old squad leader said, "You cover the head and retreat, and I'll distract the enemy." "No, let me go! I can, you protect the director! " I shouted in despair. Because we all know that there is no return this time. He cried, "you naughty boy are so funny!" "! Protect the chief! Or I'll ask you! Iron column, come with me! "They ran in the opposite direction, attracting the enemy's attention with fire, and we took the opportunity to run on the hillside. We couldn't bear to look back, but we saw the most worrying scene. The old monitor died and the iron column fell down. At that moment, I suddenly felt that I had lost the most important thing and my long-lost father's love. Looking back, I saw Mr. Zheng Qigui crying for the first time, but such a hard man was in tears.
We finally broke through the blockade and returned to the army, but the old monitor stayed in that valley forever. He often said that when I win the battle, I will ... but the old monitor didn't wait until the day of victory.
The protagonist of another story is a lovely little girl. She is a member of the Art Troupe. She always wears a thin red scarf around her neck. Her name is Xiaoyan. She 16 years old, from Beijing. She is an innocent and kind girl. He is not only beautiful, but also born with a good voice. He is the dream lover of many boys in the army. Every time she sings, there is only quiet listening around. All the songs she wrote about heroes were written by herself, as wonderful as herself. She has a thick scarf and has been reluctant to wear it. Her superiors used it to protect her voice. Once she saw an elder sister who was in labor in a Korean village, so she took off her scarf and knitted her a sweater. The villagers in North Korea all like Xiaoyan and her singing. That day, she sang to the villagers in North Korea, and the American plane came. She shouted, "Don't run around and get into the bomb shelter!" " ",to the empty site run, also held her thin red scarf high. The American plane began to chase and dive into the red mass, machine gun bullets and bombs exploded around her, the red thin scarf fluttered in the exploded air, Xiaoyan's body fell down forever in the red mass, and that scene, the disappearance of red mist and the flower-like girl, became a permanent wound in someone's heart in that place ... These are all what I heard from others. On the day Xiaoyan died, I was taking part in a fierce battle, that is, I lost a leg in that battle. The day after Xiaoyan's death, the Korean Armistice Agreement was officially signed. Xiaoyan didn't wait until the day of victory.
Grandpa's story can always arouse the softest part of my heart, and those ordinary heroes who are not recorded in history but still admirable have become my goal. They deeply planted the dream of joining the army in my heart. Later, I have been working hard for this goal.
There are many unsung heroes in grandpa's story. There is also a small soldier, who is a messenger. He risked the war to deliver the message to the comrades at the front. He wants to tell his comrades in the front line that there will be a formal truce at 22 o'clock tonight without firing a shot. As he approached the position, he was bombed. Desperately, he climbed to the front line and gave orders. At this time, the time is 20 o'clock. There are still two hours before the formal armistice of the Korean War. There are ordinary people who died in the Battle of Shangganling, and there are warriors who have not even left their names. ...
In that battle, there were many unsung heroes of the real past. Although they are not included in the history books or admired by everyone, they are just as brave and immortal. In this way, those real past events left a deep impression in my mind, and those loveliest people also became my motivation and goal in life.
I would like to give this document to the unsung heroes who died in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea!