Essay about not getting the military training class award during military training

The six days of military training finally ended on Saturday afternoon. Although it was only a short six days, many students still shed tears when they said goodbye. Although military training is bitter, the sweetness of this bitterness has also penetrated into our hearts. The confident smiling faces on the playground, the drops of hard sweat, and the bursts of passionate shouts are undoubtedly witnesses of the happiness during this military training. Six days passed like this, but those images will remain in my heart.

Our instructor is not much older than us. He looks about eighteen or nineteen years old, has a slightly youthful maturity, and is a very good person. At least the girls in our platoon like him very much, and he treats us too. It's fine, but it's just that we often go too far in being gentle and can't control us at all. Perhaps because neither side cared much about this, this issue has been suppressed, so the result is that our platoon is often not very quiet. Military training is indeed very tiring. Standing in a military posture for more than ten minutes can often overwhelm a group of people. If the battalion commander strictly prohibits rest, it will be even more difficult. After standing in a military posture, walking in unison is our only way to rest. The blazing sunshine seems to have no mercy on us "flowers of the future" at all. The sweltering heat was a bit scary. A night rain washed away yesterday's fatigue but not today's training. The wide playground has become our battlefield, and on this battlefield, we are a scenery.

What parents see is us who are heroic, who stand upright, and who are tenacious. They didn't see what we went through during those six days. Many people say that military training is dark, but I don't think so. Just like there are as many Hamlets as there are readers, military training has different feelings for everyone. Only you can slowly experience those tastes. For me, military training can be said to be a big experience. Although there was no scorching sun or continuous rain, I stretched out my hand and touched the warm grass, the hot plastic track and the dusty military training uniforms. Everything feels so real.

At the beginning, our steps were so messy, our uniforms were so clean, our knowledge was so superficial, and our discipline was so unorganized. But on Saturday, the report performance gave all parents a great shock.

The neat steps, the slightly torn uniforms, the things about resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, the strict discipline system... all of these shocked the parents who arrived.

Time flies, and in these short, dreamlike six days, we seem to have grown up suddenly. That ordeal completely purified us from head to toe. We not only learned how to stand in a military posture, walk in step, and stand in formation, we also learned a lot, a lot...

The shocking shouts and loud singing can come from the mouth of a weak girl.

The straight stance and meticulous movements can be achieved by an injured classmate.

But originally, we were just flowers in the eyes of outsiders, so delicate and unable to withstand the slightest bit of wind and rain. But now, we are different. Even though outsiders' views of us remain the same, we all understand that we have really grown.

We stand under the scorching sun, we walk under the light, and we squat in the cold wind. We grew up in this military training. We stood quietly on the playground, like a bud bathed in light, unable to wait to continue growing.

Military training not only strengthens our bodies, but also sublimates our souls.

So we will never forget the more than 600 future warriors standing under the blue sky and white clouds.

So, did you hear that? Did you see it? Those bursts of shouts lingering under the blue sky, those green figures shuttled among the students, those determined eyes and those clenched fists. It is time that identifies us, and it is military training that shapes us.

In high school, there will be a second military training. Maybe we left regrets in this military training. Please leave a beautiful scenery in the next military training.