With the dream of doing something big, I came to the army as I wished.
During the training of the recruits, the most discussed topic among the comrades in arms was what to do professionally.
Some want to be assigned to the main battle company and control the main battle equipment; some want to be a technical soldier and master a technique.
I feel that since I have been assigned to a brigade with a glorious history of warfare, it is best to be a soldier in the main battle company.
Unexpectedly, when the recruits were assigned, all the comrades who joined me in the army were assigned to the main battle company, but I was assigned to the cooking class of another company.
Facing pots and pans every day, frying and frying, is very different from the life in the military camp where the bullets are haunted and the blood boils in my imagination.
To be honest, I was very upset at the time.
I had been a monitor and received a scholarship in the university, but I ended up being a cook. I really felt a little overkill.
At that time, my life seemed to have entered an "infinite loop", with no exit and no direction.
Just when I was feeling gloomy, the old monitor said sincerely to me: "Any position has to be filled by someone, no matter how ordinary a position is, it is a stage for becoming a talent, and you can still do wonderful work. You have to stand the test and prove yourself with your strength. "
Since then, an unyielding energy began to surge in my heart.
I am left-handed, and it is very difficult to learn knife skills. Because I am afraid of cutting my hands, I specially bought a finger protector, but the protector will affect the speed and quality of cutting vegetables.
Once, the squad leader stood by and ridiculed me: "What you cut is not shredded pork but strips of meat, right?"
Yes, since you have chosen to do it, you must do it well!
The moment I took off the finger protector, I felt like a shackle was opened. Although I cut my hand again and again, the silk, strips, and blocks that I cut out became more and more decent.
Later, with the enthusiastic help of the squad leader and comrades in arms, I quickly mastered the skills of making staple and non-staple food, burning fire, and cooking a picnic, and also learned to make various pasta dishes.
Whenever I stand on the stove and pick up the spatula, all my troubles are thrown away, and my whole body is full of strength.
During the training period last year, the squad leader happened to be on vacation, and the burden of food security for the whole company fell on my shoulders.
I get up at three or four in the morning every day, wash and cut vegetables, mix noodles, wash rice, and cook on fire... When I see my comrades gobbling their food and hear everyone's expectations for their meals every day, my exhaustion instantly dissipates. , there is an indescribable joy in my heart.
Treat the stove as a battle position, use oil smoke as gunpowder, use pots and spoons as guns, and treat ingredients as bullets - this is the "battle" of me, an ordinary cook.
The experience of the cooking class has taught me that any ordinary position is valuable and meaningful, as long as you want to do it, you can make a big difference.
(Organized by our special correspondent Xu Zhe)