When the gunpowder smoke in southern Xinjiang just cleared, at the age of 19, I was asked by my father, who was the leader, to join the army. I reluctantly joined the navy but was an engineer. The recruit company won a good reputation for its cleverness, and was appointed as an official soldier of the regiment , but was replaced by the back door and went to the farm as a crop soldier. After being transferred back to the regiment headquarters, he encountered disarmament and was downsized to the grassroots company stationed on the island. Facing continuous disarmament and streamlining and reorganization, when he joined the army in the same year When comrades-in-arms left the army one after another, they chose to stay in the barracks, just to honor their father’s promise to be a good soldier. They gritted their teeth and insisted on training and growing up in the arduous years of engineering soldiers. The whole process of dismantling this glorious journey went through hardships and tribulations, faithfully fulfilled the sacred mission of a soldier, and left the barracks with the glory of outstanding soldiers and party members...