The days when we were soldiers together

Title:The days when we were soldiers together

Author:Miss, don’t be so purple

Description:There is a place called barracks! There is a kind of people called soldiers! There’s a wake-up call for emergency assembly! There is a kind of endurance called five kilometers! There is a kind of torture called 400 meter obstacle! There is a kind of walking called marching on foot! There is a title called martyr! There is a kind of quilt called tofu block! There is a dream called natural wake up! There is a dance called catching enemiesBoxing! There is a kind of Paradise called hostel! There is a kind of free and easy called collective urination I regret being a soldier for two, five or twelve years, but I regret not being a soldier for a lifetime. The barracks is a melting pot. It’s a piece of iron in and a piece of steel out. The old monitor once advised us that we must make every effort to make steelDon’t make that slag. The old monitor once said that there are two places where men can really be trained, one is military camp, the other is prison. Only those who have no way to go will choose

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