How can I not miss the place where I fought?

I took a nap at home that day and saw a rope left by my mother's book on the table. I subconsciously took it and tied the pillow according to the standard of three horizontal and two vertical, as if I had just joined the army. Because I am afraid of an emergency gathering, I am still practicing my backpack with a pillow after lunch break. "Some time ago, a retired comrade-in-arms in the unit sent me such a message. But on the day of discharge, he made it clear, "I never want to go back to this place." Left without looking back.

Comrades, it is not that you don't want to stay here. On the contrary, you are afraid of being too affectionate. I am afraid to see my comrades crying when I turn my head. You know once you take off your military uniform, you can't wear it anymore. You can only turn back, you must turn back.

Every year, when veterans just leave the army, there are always many small videos that make jokes because they can't adapt after returning to society. For example, some time ago, the "Veteran Girlfriend steals an emergency gathering whistle while taking a nap". In the picture, his girlfriend blew a short whistle, and he almost jumped from the bed to the floor, opened the cupboard next to him and rummaged hard, shouting: "backpack rope!" " Backpack rope! "Suddenly, his girlfriend's laughter brought him back to reality. He suddenly found that there was no green army quilt he was familiar with, no interior cabinet he was familiar with, and no comrade-in-arms who were as busy as when he assembled in an emergency ... He almost sat on the bed and said, "Retired. "

Some people say that veterans' feelings for the troops are actually maladjustment after suddenly unloading heavy pressure. What's more, they think it's a Stockholm syndrome. But what they don't know is that the affection between a soldier and an army does not come from abstract nouns, but from concrete people, military uniforms, the smell of gun oil and memories of the past. Many times, a soldier is obsessed with his company because he once went from ignorance to lean and steady here. When he recalled the moment when he was scolded by the old monitor, he could not remember the clenched fist and the anger in his eyes. He only remembers that the old monitor accompanied him to practice push-ups on the floor and wet the newspaper together. Five kilometers in the rain, there is an old monitor's firm and powerful palm on his waist. He misses the Lamian Noodles dinner of the cookhouse squad every Friday, the red mop in the corner, and the fine drizzle in the camp when spring comes.

"What impressed me the most was when I was in the cookhouse class." When Xiao Zhang said this, the shovel in his hand kept stirring. Xiao Zhang retired more than a year ago and returned to his hometown with the skills practiced by the army. More than a year passed, and he became the chef of the restaurant. "When we were in the army, the company was very kind to the soldiers at noon every Friday. Our cookhouse squad gets up at four in the morning to roll noodles, wash vegetables and wash rice. We have been busy all morning, and our clothes are all wet. At noon, our cookhouse squad sat in the dining hall waiting for the comrades to come. As soon as the comrades who just finished training entered the canteen, they couldn't wait to grab their seats and sit down. When they gobble, they don't forget to give us a thumbs-up. At this time, our cooking monitor will be wrinkled with laughter. If there is an opportunity, I also want to cook a meal for my comrades ... "