We are all soldiers

page views:1 Publication date:2023-03-23

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows; like dew, like lightning; thus should you contemplate them."

I saw this quote on the wall of the detention cell in the South Detention Center; I don't know who left it.
The other side was determined to kill Chairman Yang, searching everywhere for evidence to convict him. Even I was invited to
the South Detention Center for questioning. Some arrogant scoundrel forced me to sign a pre-written statement.

When I refused, I was tied to an ice chair until the ice melted, during which time they forced hot tea on me and made me urinate on the ice. Don't
let my usual frail appearance fool you; they wanted me to confess to a bunch of fabricated charges against Chairman Yang, but I swore I would never sign. For three days,
my buttocks were frostbitten and blackened, numb. When I woke up, I was in the Navy Headquarters Burn Center, the most
famous burn treatment center in the country.

Seeing me conscious, an official from the rear command nervously asked me about the situation, thinking the Investigation Bureau was investigating their stock trading
. They only left after I explained. After being discharged from the hospital, I went straight to the ship's reception area to wait for the ship. Even the graduation ceremony
and the lottery were done by others. An official originally wanted to get me transferred to the rear command headquarters, but after this incident, he didn't dare to do it.

I understand their predicament of being on the government payroll. Anyway, that saying on the wall made me think deeply about how to conduct
myself . Don't take people too seriously! Everything is like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow; just go with the flow! During my time waiting for the ship's reception
area, I still enjoyed some privileges under the protection of the rear command headquarters officials. This freezing incident also froze away my hemorrhoids and
my libido. I responded to Xiao Ai's invitations several times with the excuse of impotence, and gradually Xiao Ai became
disgusted . She also went to find a new lover. And I started to worry about whether I had damaged my manhood.

With the arrival of the order, I boarded an ordinary bus to Keelung in the early morning with a bunch of idiots. I arrived in Keelung at
8 PM and spent the night at the fleet headquarters. The next morning, I finally saw the oddly shaped ship moored next to the Yang-class destroyer. It
had similar equipment to the Yang-class, but was smaller. After boarding, we sailed to the Su'ao Naval Shipyard for maintenance and
removal of heavy weapons.

The ship I was about to board was an American World War II-built fast transport ship (APD). A fast
transport ship is essentially a Buckley-class escort destroyer modified to transport raiding parties or amphibious
reconnaissance frogmen. It retained the high speed and 5-inch gun-level firepower of the DE, but the ship was converted
into a transport vessel with a platform that could carry four LCVPs. It also had booms and a spacious aft deck for loading,
unloading, and preparing raiding parties. Its troop capacity was 162 people. The ship is 306 feet long, 37 feet wide, and has a draft of
12.6 feet. Its standard displacement is 1,400 tons, and its full load displacement is 2,130 tons. It uses two boilers and two GE
turbofan turbines to generate 12,000 shaft horsepower for electric twin-shaft propulsion, achieving a top speed of 23.6 knots and a cruising speed of 13 knots.

New recruits are expected to do all the hard work. As the crew members were demobilized and transferred elsewhere,
the workload for new recruits increased. My status as a college graduate meant I was assigned a particularly large number of tasks. It's a common practice in the military for veterans
to bully new recruits; patience is a necessary lesson for new recruits. Unreasonable demands are seen as a form of training. My
sense of justice led me to fight back against the veterans.

One recruit, who boarded a month before me, was slow to react. He was often
the target of the veterans' bullying and amusement. During the equipment repair and refitting period, that guy accidentally spilled a veteran's food.
The veteran demanded that the guy clean up all the food on the ground with his mouth. I couldn't stand it anymore.

"We're all just here to be soldiers! Don't treat people like this!" I said in broken Hokkien.

"Hey you, you little college student, what's wrong with you!" the veteran
said, flipping my plate over with one hand.

Without a word, I stood up and kicked him in the groin. He doubled over in pain, then I kneed him
. He fell to the ground, unable to move. Some veterans saw me, a new recruit, start hitting someone. To protect their dignity
, they rushed over. I grabbed a bowl of boiling soup and poured it on them. Cries of pain filled the air, then I attacked
the vital areas of the veterans who were about to attack. I took down seven or eight at once, and the rest didn't dare to fight back.

I learned the principle of making sure my opponent couldn't get up when I was a kid; two fists can't beat four hands. My fighting style terrified
the other veterans, who scattered and fled. I had hoped the matter would end there, but these veterans
plotted revenge .

The next night, I was working overtime wiring the generator when one of the veterans I had beaten struck
me hard in the back with a large wrench. Before I fell, I stabbed him in the thigh with my shoulder-nose pliers, and before the others could attack,
I grabbed a hammer and a screwdriver.

The cramped cabin wasn't a good place for them to wield large tools; they had chosen the wrong weapon. My small weapons, which I used to stab and strike
anyone small cabin. Eight men either knelt and begged for mercy or lay
motionless on the ground. The sergeant major, who had secretly agreed to the veterans' vigilante justice, was too frightened to utter a word.

I was also wounded. Having grown up in a military dependents' village, I had participated in countless battles, large and small, and had honed these survival
skills and tactics. The fact that more than a dozen men were injured alarmed the captain, but the officers' practice of protecting the veterans remained unchanged; the fault lay entirely
with me. Just as the instructor was writing the transfer order to send me to the demolition squad for training, an officer with two
stars .

This officer, upon arriving at the gangway, immediately demanded to see me, without even asking the guard to notify the ship's officers. With
my face swollen like a pig's head, how could I let this officer see me? The guard quickly notified the officers on duty, but
every officer who came was punished by being made to stand.

Finally, the captain returned and sent the guard to fetch me. This officer, upon seeing my swollen face, immediately flew into a rage.
That's why I often say crisis is opportunity.

It turned out this officer was my uncle who would bring gifts to my house every holiday,
the uncle who would kneel on the ground and proclaim my father his savior whenever he was drunk.

Back then, my uncle, who also served in the Ministry of National Defense, embezzled funds to treat his wife. His classmates and seniors
refused to help , only my simple-minded father (as my mother called him) lent him my mother's savings to make up
the difference.

Back then, that 30,000 yuan could have bought a two-story house and saved him from the only death
penalty for embezzling public funds during Chiang Kai-shek's era. Afterwards, my father, who wasn't good at flattery, retired, and this uncle, perhaps blessed by his deceased wife, had a very successful career.
Every time he left our house, my mother would scold my dull-witted father for retiring so early.

My father was a veteran of the army, and this was the only friend he had from that branch of service. I wouldn't let my father have anything outside of that.
People are worried. So the best way is to minimize disturbance to my family, especially my doting mother. I
called this uncle and asked him to look after me. This uncle came all the way from Taipei to the Su'ao Chung
Cheng Naval Base to see me because of my mother's call. You can imagine his anger when he saw his benefactor's son's face swollen beyond recognition.

He grabbed me and made me get into his black car, ordering his adjutant to watch the ship's officers stand as punishment on the dock. He personally drove
me to the base's medical station, and the noisy black car alerted the base commander.
I, who only had iodine applied by the nurses on the ship, was now being treated with everything I could find in the medical station. All my wounds were also bandaged.

The base commander followed my uncle's black car to the ship, where my uncle was
pacing in front of a line of officers being punished. I stood next to the captain, and my fat old man (Note 1) actually fainted from standing there.
This earned a scolding from my uncle.

"X Renbin! Tell me what happened!" my Uncle Xingxing said.

"Reporting, sir! I was unfamiliar with the ship when I first boarded! I fell through the hatch!" I shouted back.

"Damn it! You little brat! I'll give you one more chance! Tell the truth!" Uncle Xingxing said again.

"Because of the constant disturbances on the ship, I sustained multiple injuries!" I continued.

Not one to bully subordinates, I naturally wouldn't take this opportunity to kick someone when they're down. I stuck to my
story , forcing my Uncle Xingxing to pull me aside.

"You damn brat! Your temper is just like your dull-witted father!"

I could only awkwardly scratch my head in response. He then handed me a business card, telling me
to call He then turned and scolded the officers. Finally, the base commander pulled him away with a smile, and the officers
finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The captain took me for a walk by the dock. Besides thanking me for my speech, he also wanted to probe my
relationship with this "Uncle Xingxing." Of course, all the documents from the instructor wanting to transfer me to the demolition team were thrown in the trash. His attempt to do so might cause
problems. For dinner, the captain wanted me to eat with him, telling me it was the base commander hosting my "Uncle Xingxing."
I refused the captain's invitation.

"Boss! I'm a soldier, you're an officer! Our statuses don't match! Please tell my uncle!"

From then on, the captain looked at me with new respect, and word of my situation slowly spread. During recruit training,
several officers from the rear command were transferred to the Chung Cheng base. Hearing that I was there, they would all bring me cool treats to see
me on the ship. One even went so far as to buy a bowl of fruit shaved ice in Su'ao and drive it to my ship.

If it weren't for my bear-like sister Meilan, that officer's family would have been broken up because of the stock market.
After recovering his losses, he was even able to buy an imported Pontiac sports car. For that,
a bowl of fruit shaved ice from him wasn't unreasonable, was it?

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/163327.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=163327&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Adultery [Completed]

Next Page : It's not easy in the workplace.