The cooking soldier makes his contribution in the kitchen
Although I am wearing an Air Force uniform
But I am not a maintenance soldier
I cannot use my hard work and sweat< /p>
Hold up the wings of the war eagle
I am not a blue sky warrior
Can’t fly the war eagle
Ride the wind straight up
I am an ordinary cook
Working in a small kitchen
But in the hearts of young soldiers
war is always floating around The storm
The fearless shouts and triumphal songs
are always echoing in my ears
Since I have chosen the cooking soldiers
I have no choice but to No regrets
I resolutely obey
The blazing flame in the fire
Is the surge of my vitality
Pots and pans The symphony composed
is our praise of youth
My soul
shines with the stainless steel of the operating table
Made meritorious service In the kitchen
This is me
The glory of a little cook