Band of Brothers

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(a) New recruit training
My surname is Cheng, and I am from Fushun. When I was a teenager, I came to Nanjing with my parents, who had been demobilized from the army. We lived in Confucius Temple.
After graduating from high school, I was unemployed and drifted through society, dealing in cheap leather shoes from Wenzhou and smuggling cigarettes. In the mid-1980s, it wasn't easy for high school graduates like us to find a good job: either you were a college or vocational school graduate, and the state would assign you a job after graduation; or you joined the army, and the state would also assign you a job after your discharge.
After two years of struggling in society without making much money, my parents said that if I kept going like this, I would end up in prison sooner or later. They suggested that I join the army and asked one of their old comrades to assign me to an independent transport regiment of the Jinan Military Region Air Force.
I first met Fatty Ye during our first target practice session in basic training. When the troops were digging fishponds, they piled up the excavated soil into a small hill about ten meters high. The target range was set up there, separated from the range by a wall and a road with cars coming and going. For safety reasons, the company had to keep watch during each target practice session to prevent civilians from accidentally entering the range.
That day, Tangshan soldier on guard duty suddenly had diarrhea and went to squat in a secluded spot. Just then, an old shepherd heard the gunshot and came over to see what was happening, followed by a flock of sheep. Tangshan soldier pulled up his trousers and saw that both the man and the sheep had crossed the police line. He immediately became enraged, rushed down the small mound, and kicked the old man, knocking him to the ground. Still not satisfied, he swung his rifle butt and began hitting the old man.
Just then, Fatty Ye finished urinating and came out from behind the tree. Seeing the scene, he shouted, "Stop!" He rushed over and shoved the Tangshan soldier aside, cursing, "Damn it, you're pretty ruthless! You hit someone this old?!" The Tangshan soldier was also furious and stood up to fight back. Coincidentally, I had also taken leave to urinate and saw the scene, so I quickly pulled them apart. Luckily, the company commander didn't see it.
The largest groups in our recruit training camp were soldiers from Tangshan and Ye Pangzi's Northeastern soldiers, each numbering a dozen or so. Northeastern soldiers are known for being tough and difficult to manage; I knew that even when I was a kid. I suspected that Ye Pangzi's group might not be finished, and sure enough, after the day's debriefing meeting and back in the dormitory, Ye Pangzi and his group of Northeastern buddies were huddled together chatting, all with serious expressions, rubbing their fists together, looking ready for a big fight.
"Xiao Ye, are you free? Want to come out and chat?" I asked.
"What?!" Fatty Ye replied curtly. It seemed he wasn't quite satisfied that I hadn't let him have a proper fight during the day.
The military compound was completely enclosed, with a wall two and a half meters high, but every hundred meters there was a sloping garbage dump. Since new recruits weren't allowed to leave the compound, we climbed over the garbage dumps to get out. Outside the compound stretched an endless wheat field, the heavy ears of wheat drooping their heads, waiting to be harvested. Flocks of sparrows flew across the sky and landed on tall willow trees, chirping and vying for their small roosting grounds for the night.
Fatty Ye leaned against a small willow tree, glaring at me menacingly. I opened a pack of filtered "Nanjing" cigarettes, pulled one out, and offered it to him, but he pushed it away: "No way! Just say what you want to say, don't bother with this nonsense!"
I lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and asked him, "Have you thought about where you'll go after you leave basic training?"
"Where to? Wherever we're taken! I haven't thought about it."
"Let me tell you about this unit. Would you like to listen?"
"You say what you want."
"After we come out of basic training, we usually go to these units: the airfield service company, which is ground support, responsible for aircraft maintenance. Then there's the motor transport company. The barracks section is responsible for the management and maintenance of barracks, heating, water, electricity, and so on. The logistics section is responsible for things like raising chickens, pigs, and fish; the aircrew mess, ground crew mess, officers' mess, and main mess are all under the logistics section's jurisdiction. Then there are companies like communications, medical teams, and headquarters, etc. The worst is the guard company; not only do you suffer and get exhausted, but you don't learn any skills or enjoy any benefits. After three years in the military, you're nothing..."
Although Fatty Ye appeared rough, he was quite clever at heart. After hearing what I said, he seemed to understand a little, and his tone changed: "You mean..."
"These things aren't really secrets. It's the same in all the military. Do you know what kind of people get into the guard company? Like the troublemakers in basic training, the ones who like to cause trouble and are always picking on the leaders. That's basically the kind of people they are. If your argument with the Tangshan soldier today gets reported to the company commander, do you think what the consequences will be?"
He's still just a kid, and he got a little irritated when I got to this point. Actually, anyone would have to think about this: it's not worth wasting three years of youth for a moment of loyalty.
"Then... Brother Cheng, can you give me some advice? Is there any way to fix this?" (You heard that? He's started calling me "Brother Cheng" now).
“I called you out here for this. We’re both from Northeast China, and you’re a pretty loyal guy. I don’t want to see you get involved,” I continued. “There is a way. At tomorrow’s democratic life meeting, you should take the initiative to make a self-criticism in front of the whole company. It needs to be profound, and it’s best to prepare a written document. Then, in front of everyone, you should take the initiative to apologize to that soldier from Tangshan, but don’t mention that he hit someone. That’s one thing. And another thing… what are some local specialties from your hometown?”
"Specialty products? The three treasures of Northeast China: mink fur, deer antlers, and ginseng..."
"That's not what I meant. What kind of good cigarettes and alcohol do you have?"
"As for liquor, I'll stick with Beidahuang liquor, like strong liquor. I don't really know much about good cigarettes, I don't smoke."
"Then have your family send some over. Send some to the company commander, deputy company commander, political instructor, and platoon leader as soon as possible."
"Okay? Will they accept it?"
I laughed when I heard this and shook my head: "No cat is immune to temptation. Besides, our company commander and political instructor are both from rural areas. Their wives have been unemployed since they joined the army, and they live on a few hundred yuan a month to support their families. As long as you put your mind to it, there's no reason not to accept it."
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Actually, I had already delivered the things. The salted duck and Nanjing cigarettes sent from home arrived at the unit during the first week after I entered basic training. I left the things with my father's old comrade-in-arms, and on a dark and windy night, I delivered them to the homes of various leaders in the basic training unit. This idea was my father's.
Three months passed quickly, and Fatty Ye and I became good friends, calling each other brothers all the time. The recruit company was supposed to have a communal dinner for the last time, but suddenly we were notified that it was canceled because a dead rat had been found in the mess hall. I was so incredibly disappointed.
After lights out, Fatty Ye suddenly sneaked up to my bedside and whispered furtively, "Old Cheng, I went to visit the villagers at the cadre canteen today, and before I left, I unplugged the latch on the canteen window."
I jumped out of bed with a "whoosh" and shouted, "Let's go!"
"Shh... keep your voice down..."
Slipping out of the dormitory, we turned on our flashlights and took a shortcut to the staff canteen. The window wasn't locked, and it opened easily. We climbed inside and searched the entire room, but found nothing – no ham, sausages, canned goods, etc. Just as we were feeling disappointed, Fatty Ye came out of the inner room carrying two dressed chickens.
I asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do with this? There's no stove."
"Yes, we have a stove. My fellow villager has a kerosene stove. We'll go get it in a bit."
Before leaving, I casually tucked the two bottles of "ladies' champagne" I found in the cupboard into my pocket.
He called over a few close comrades, all from Northeast China, and together they set up a kerosene stove on the roof of the recruit training camp. They put the chicken in a basin, poured water on it, and placed it on the stove. Only then did they realize they were out of seasoning. Ye Pangzi patiently went back to the officers' mess hall and brought back a bunch of seasoning.
To be honest, the food in basic training was terrible. It was just radishes and cabbage every meal, and if they gave you a little meat, it was always big, fatty slices. Today we finally got to eat our fill, and the few of us ate like crazy...
Fatty Ye told me that because he did things quite "well", the company commander took the initiative to find him and ask him where he wanted to go in the future. He replied without any reservation, "Aircrew mess!"
Damn it, no wonder the company commander said there were no openings there this year when I asked to go to the aircrew mess. It's true what they say, "Teach your apprentice and you'll starve yourself!"
(II) Operations in the salient
正如我所讲那样，在新兵连里围领导围得好的，基本上都调到好单位去了，叶胖子如愿以偿调到了空勤灶当差。这件事上他是很感激我的，从那以后虽然我们分开了，但他经常拿些好吃的好喝的来看我。其实那次和他谈的问题也只是一方面，在部队里“老乡”的关系同样重要，空勤灶的大厨是沈阳人，对叶胖子喜欢的不得了，一个愿意放一个愿意收，这事当然好办。
我调到了后勤股养鱼，虽然不是很满意，但工作挺清闲，这里远离营房，不用出操，管理也相对松懈。我每天的工作就是往鱼塘里洒三次鱼食，爱吃不吃爱长不长就不关我的事了。每到周末，等股长等一二把手各自回家后，我就和战友们到塘子里抓鱼，大的红烧小的熬汤，吃他个天翻地覆慨而慷。
一般情况下我都会提前知会叶胖子让他过来，一般情况下叶胖子都会很识趣的拎上两瓶酒。有一回他却哭丧著脸来了，我问他：“你哪不舒服啊？”
他说：“酒没了，昨天飞行员会餐全喝光了，又不好意思空手来。”说完从背后拎出两瓶牛奶。当时我们几个都笑翻了，灶上的老王烧的一手好淮扬菜，牛奶被他拿来炖了鲫鱼，嘿！味道还真不错。
姜小芸，女，１８岁，四川人，卫生兵。一开始我叫她“小姜”，后来叫她“小芸”，看完射雕英雄传后叫她“芸儿”，再往后就乱叫了，什么“小宝贝”“小荡妇”之类。她父亲是一四川官僚，居说在当地势力很大，当然这不是我勾引她的原因。
那次我给老王帮厨，不留神让热油烫了手，挺厉害，于是到卫生队包扎，看姜小芸的第一眼就被她迷住了：军装下健美而略显娇小的身材（不知道你发现没有，女孩穿军装分外好看），又黑又亮的短发，再就是一嘴甜美的四川普通话。
看到我的烫伤她吓得“呀”了一声，然后自言自语地说：“看来我得动用自己的独门解药撒！”逗的我一阵大笑。她转身跑到别的屋，回来时手里多了一个小黑瓶子，打开瓶盖，把药棉探进去沾了一些粘黑的液体出来，轻擦在我的伤口上。
我问她：“这是什么东西，怎么这么一股子怪味。”
她说：“不能告诉你呀，告诉你怕你吃不下晚饭。”
我说：“你讲，我挺的住。”
她说：“你找那刚出生还没睁眼的小耗子，用热水烫死，再用香油泡上，待七七四十九天小老鼠化在油里之后，就成了上好的烫伤药。”
晚饭我倒是吃了一点，但那盆黑乎乎的紫菜汤一口没动。
我们团有个习惯，在每年辣椒丰收的季节，各个灶都要做辣椒酱，据说此传统是从战争年代传下来的，这个部队的前身是野战军的一个后勤给养团，某次路过一辣椒产区，老百姓送来劳军的慰问品就是几十坛子新鲜的辣椒酱。
种菜的行当也归我们后勤股管，于是辣椒丰收之后，我就到叶胖子那里装了一坛子辣椒酱回来，然后一瓶瓶往姜小芸那送——之所以不把一整坛子送过去，是为了可以经常以此为借口去找她。
我追姜小芸这事叶胖子是知道地，也给我出过不少主意，有回他拎了条腊肉来找我，让我送给姜小芸，我说你直接给我做熟得了，他说成。晚上，我请姜小芸吃了个“蒜苗炒腊肉”——这顿饭非常关键，饭后姜小芸让我摸了她。
那个仲夏的周末吧，雨已经下了一整天，到了傍晚反倒越来越大，卫生所里就我和小芸俩个人，我们含情默默地彼此注视著，很久都不说话。然后我开始动手解她的军装。刚解开，她突然一把推开我的手，穿上衣服往外便走，我以为她后悔了呢，没一会她又回来了，跟我解释：“大门没锁，我去锁大门。”
团卫生所是两层楼，一楼治疗室，二楼病房。说是病房，其实一个病人都没有，真正需要住院治疗的早都送军区医院了。上了二楼，她随便打开一间屋，我就在后面抱住她把她扔到床上。病房里的床都是钢丝底面，躺在上面比连队里的硬板床舒服多了。
她的胸罩是当时全国妇女普遍使用的白色棉布胸罩，裤头却是部队发的军绿色棉平角裤。我问她：“你干嘛穿这个呀，这么难看。”
她说：“这个凉快啊，唯一的缺点就是磨大腿根。”唉，有利就有弊，没办法。当我爱怜的俯下身亲吻香香旁边那道红肿的伤痕时，她一边摁着我的头一边拒绝说：“不要不要啊，脏！”
“虚伪！”我想。
小芸是处女，鲜血溅了一床单，我搂着她逗她：“不会是经血吧？”
她大怒，骂道：“滚！你个龟儿子的！”
刚干完了还没躺够，她便把我轰了起来，然后扯起床单往楼下跑，我喊她：“你干什么去啊？这么急，还没给大爷捶腿呢。”
她说：“我得赶紧把床单洗干净，干透之后就洗不掉了。”
那天晚上我没回连队，就睡在病房里。第二天股长说：“小程啊，你这样不好，总得给我个面子吧，别的同志非和你攀我就不好说话了不是？”得，两条南京烟就这么没了。
当兵的解决性问题无外乎这么几种方法，一是打飞机，大部份士兵都是这么过来的，再就像叶胖子似的找个干部老婆，暗地里“搞破鞋”，像我这样有个年龄相仿，又不用担心“见光死”的长期性伴侣的真不多，用叶胖子的话说这叫前无古人后无来者，后来他不知道看了什么书，又用“古今第一完人”这句话来形容我，让我好不得意。
另外还有一种极特殊之情况，说出来恶心，有个当猪倌的湖北兵，有次实在憋不住了，找了头母猪嘿咻起来，结果被人看见，几天后便被勒令退伍了。一时传为笑谈。
叶胖子的姘头是个飞行员的老婆，温州人，我们曾打过几次扑克，她好像从不戴胸罩，一对大奶子在ｔ恤衫里若隐若现呼之欲出。此女没工作，在团幼儿园里帮闲，一不会弹琴二不会说普通话。一到她值班就叫孩子们“自由活动”。
叶胖子告诉我其实她也不容易，随丈夫从南方来到北方，没多久老公就跟镇上的一个女人搞上了，她知道后不吵不闹，直接找到了组织。
地方上碰到这种婚外恋情况不会怎么着你，顶多领导找你谈谈话还得客客气气，然后受一番道德上的谴责了事。部队可就就严肃多了，先停止一切职务，关小屋里写检讨，写不深刻还不行，“认罪”态度好的可以继续留用，但仕途从此断绝。态度不好一犯再犯的，轻的架空你职务让你当个散人，重的勒令退伍。那个飞行员现在已经停飞，进司令部当了个干事，眼看着就要完蛋。
于是此女一不做二不休，你不是“搞破鞋”嘛？我就给你戴绿帽！由此跟叶胖子勾搭成奸。
当然我也劝过叶胖子，我说：“你这样不好，搞飞行员的老婆小心惹祸上身。”
如今的叶胖子已经长出了主心骨，他反驳我说：“第一，我也是军人，谈不上‘破坏军婚’，第二是她主动送上门的，第三我就一小兵，大不了退伍，谁也不能怎么着我，第四……”
我说：“行了行了，你别第四了，我再不提这事成了吧？”
（三）新兵突围
当兵的第二年，后勤股调来一位新股长，老小子挺坏，不买我的账还处处找我麻烦。周末他很少回家，在股里蹲点，聚餐会鱼宴就此取消了，全股官兵开始早起跑操了，外单位人员进后勤股一律登记，搞得叶胖子也不敢来了。
我就跟叶胖子诉苦，指天骂地。叶胖子突然说：“唉？对了，营房股老段你不是认识嘛，那个南京人。”
一句话点醒梦中人。这个老段是营房股股长，我们之间还真有点交情。那次看电影，我跟一战友开玩笑，用南京土话骂他，老段正好路过，叫住我说：“小鬼，南京人啊？”
我赶忙敬礼说：“是啊，家住夫子庙。”
老段说：“我也是南京人，团里南京人还真不太多。”说完走了。我长了个心眼，找机会托人送给他两包板鸭，后来再没什么联系。但老段媳妇我认识，这女人爱贪小便宜，经常到后勤股蹭点菜什么的，每次我都大大咧咧地给她搞一大堆，然后再讲一通嫂子咱们都是老乡，以后有帮忙的地方尽管来找我之类的便宜话，喜得这老娘们满脸开花。
看来这事非找老段不可了。
老段媳妇又来蹭菜的时候我给她露了点口风，说来部队这么久，老乡还都没走过，等哪天去家坐坐，她很爽快的答应了。
这事顺利得出乎我的预料，段股长马上答应了，他说：“只要你那边放人我这立马就收，没二话，回头我再找你们股长谈谈，等消息吧。”
一个月后我就从后勤股调到了营房股。
营房股真是个养老的地方啊，比后还勤股清闲自在，再加上有老段罩着，那时我真可谓是如鱼得水。平时基本没什么工作可干，各连队如有房屋需要修缮，水表需要更换的，我就带一帮临时工过去，吆五喝六一番，根本就不用自己动手（让我动手我也不会）。早操也不必出了，晚上想什么时候睡就什么时候睡。
我跟股里的一个干事同屋，有什么好东西我都分他一半，关系特铁，周末他回家住时我就把小芸叫来一块睡。屋里还有台落地扇，夏天二十四小时开着，想吹脸吹脸，想吹屁股吹屁股。
更可喜的是后勤股的仓库建在营房股里，管仓库的河南小兵姓陈，我们差点成了八拜之交。其实这孩子原则性挺强的，但独独对我网开一面，我进仓库拿东西他从不讲一句废话，直接把钥匙给我让我自己拿，反正都是烂账一笔，谁也没数。
当然我还是比较自觉的，进去后只拿香烟，这种香烟属内部特供，白包上只印着“八一”两字，我们都叫它“白烟”。烟我也只给叶胖子一个人——这家伙如今学会抽烟了，而且烟瘾比我还大。
说到这个姓陈的河南小兵，里面还段故事：
刚到营房股时，有一次晚饭后独自出来散步，见一帮没戴领章帽徽的东北新兵扎堆骂人，凑过去一瞅，就见小陈跪在中间，满脸泪水。这帮东北兵很坏，让小陈趴在地上学狗叫，有个家伙还拿皮带抽他屁股，边打边骂：“看你以后还打小报告吧！”
军人殴打老百姓并不鲜见，当兵当久了多少都有点暴虐心态，但这样欺负自己战友实在让人看不下去了，我分开他们走进去，把小陈扶起来。问道：“有病嘛你们，自己人还这样？”
几个小子明显不服气：“管你吊事！他妈的滚远点！”
我也火了，放出大话：“我操你妈！信不信我弄死你们几个！”
结果哥几个二话不说，冲过来就打，好家伙下手真黑啊，我长这么大没挨过这样的揍。脑门子上让钢皮带扣抽出一溜大包，满脸是血，打到后来连神志都不清醒了。
小陈把我扶到卫生所时，芸儿刚好值班，一见我这副德性，当时眼泪就流了下来，连夜敲开所长家的门叫他来给我看伤。然后又她打电话给叶胖子，叶胖子一脸杀气冲了进来，破口大骂：“妈了个逼的谁干的！外面的里面的！”
小陈哭丧著脸说是新兵连的几个东北兵。叶胖子一听就急了，拉着我往外便走，嘴里还说：“带我去带我去，操他妈的我看是谁。”
小芸一把推开叶胖子边哭边说：“你干什么呀你干什么呀，他还能走嘛！”
汽车连连夜出车，将我送到军区医院
我被打成轻微脑震荡，幸运的是骨头内脏没事，其它都是皮外伤了。当时军区医院想留我住一段时间观察观察，我没同意。一是舍不得小芸，第二我估计叶胖子和部队对这事都不会善罢干休，我必须回去压住场面。
果然，刚回到部队，团参谋长和新兵连连长就登门造访了，问我这事是谁干的，我说是外面的老百姓，他们就急了，说你尽管讲实话不必有什么顾忌，我说真是外面的老百姓。当兵的跟老百姓发生冲突并不罕见，只要派出所不介入，打完也就算了。
刚送走垂头丧气的参谋长连长，叶胖子押著那几个东北新兵进了屋。几个小孩战战兢兢站我床前，看样子是真害怕了。叶胖子一句话没有，冲上去每人正反赏两个耳光。
“跪下！”一声断喝。于是扑通扑通跪倒一片。有个跪的慢的，被叶胖子飞起一脚踹在腿窝上，摔倒在地。
然后他开始发表演讲：“你们一来我就跟你们几个逼崽子说，在新兵连别惹事别惹事，他妈的当我是放屁啊？！你知道他是谁嘛？我他妈都得叫声哥你们居然敢打他？妈了个逼的！”说完就解皮带。
我赶紧制止他说：“算了算了，叶你别这样，让人看见不好。”
我说：“你说你们几个家伙是不是有病，新兵连就这样以后怎么混？这事我不跟你们计较了，回去后不准找小陈的麻烦，滚蛋吧！”
新兵们刚走，叶胖子凑过来小声跟我说：“老程啊，能不能给我个面子，别捅到团里去，都是些孩子……当然如果你坚持要说我也是支持你的。”
我说：“刚才参谋长连长都来了，找我核实情况，我说是老百姓干的，不过叶你可得管好这帮小兄弟，别让他们再欺负小陈。”
叶胖子感激的抱住我说：“老程老程你他妈真够意思，我算彻底服你了！”
养伤的这段时间，在部队认识的新老朋友都来看我了，段股长的爱人几乎天天来一趟，鸡汤排骨汤鱼汤不停的送，说实话嫂子是个厚道的人。
小陈也天天来，用他那不怎么多的津贴给我买来罐头饼干什么的，我告诉他以后千万别送东西了，我这什么都不缺，小陈说：“程哥你不知道，那些东北兵现在见了我都躲远远的。”我就笑。
叶胖子更不必说了，大包小包从空勤灶往外偷，然后全送我这来。“你可劲儿造就是，全当是自己家的东西。”叶胖子如是说。
最幸福的是我可以天天和小芸在一起了，开始那几天走路还不太得劲，上厕所不方便，尿尿的时候都是她扶着我。我耍赖说你帮我掏出来。她说：“滚！不管！”我说要的要的，她就红著脸帮我往外掏。
性欲来的时候，我就平躺在床上叫她给我打手枪，开始她不好意思，勉强撸两下，技术也不过关。后来就好多了，她一边给我打着手枪一边看琼瑶小说都爽的我不得了。那时候我真不知道口交是怎么回事，要不然就让她给我口交了。
出院后再回到营房股，突然发现许多平时不认识的士兵军官都主动和我打招呼。我问叶胖子怎么回事，叶胖子说：“其实你这事大半个团都知道了，暗地里人人都竖大拇指，说你够仗义。”我又问那几个新兵怎么样了，他叹口气道：“部队还是处理了，为首那两个开回了老家。”
我就说：“叶，我确实没说是他们干的，你得相信我。”
叶胖子搂住我的肩膀，眼圈都红了，他说：“老程啊，咱们老哥俩我还能信不过你嘛？部队这是要立威，杀杀东北兵的匪气……”
（四）无题
小芸，算是我第一个女人。上高中时我也曾交过女朋友，同班同学，可关系也仅限于放学后拉拉手，连接吻都没有过。高中毕业后，与不少女人有过肉体接触，但真正让我动了真感情欲罢不能的，只有小芸。
部队远处郊区，生活单调，说到乱搞男女关系的问题，干部要比士兵严重的多。咱们这么说吧，女孩三年兵当下来还是处女的几乎没有，而女军官们，早无处女膜傍身，身边又有那么多壮硕伟岸的男子汉，搞搞飞机稀松平常的很。但我不想在这里牵扯太多当事人的先进事迹，不好，不厚道。只说我这几个朋友吧。
叶胖子继续和那个飞行员的老婆小田保持着交往，这事几乎成为了公开的秘密。一般情况是这样的：叶胖子想搞她了，就往幼儿园打个电话，那女人趁中午孩子们午睡的一个半小时溜到我这儿，此时叶胖子已经把我打发走了，于是就在我屋中大战三百回合。夏天还好些，到了秋冬季门和窗户都关着，他们走了之后我再进屋，好家伙，一屋臭脚丫子味加肾上腺液的怪味。
我劝叶胖子说：“叶你收著点，大白天就往我这领，有点不像话了，这样不好，真的。”
打那之后他们就不大来了。
但说实话，小田确实很吸引人，丰满成熟的身材，好听的南方普通话。那罩在健美裤下面走起路来一摆三摇如磨盘般的大屁股，尤其让我垂涎。叶胖子这家伙经常跟我吹她怎么搞小田，说：“我们家小田比你们家小芸骚多了，一发了情就啃我鸡巴。”
我说：“你别放屁了，那玩艺多脏啊！”
他急了，说：“真的真的，骗你的是孙子，要不哪天我让她表演一个给你看看。”
我当他是说著玩的，没在意。
那年的“八一”建军节，部队按惯例会餐放假，中午正跟叶胖子喝着酒，小田突然来了，我招呼她说：“来来田姐，坐下一起吃点。”平时大家就都很熟，她也不见外，坐下来和我们边吃边喝边谈，不知不觉都喝高了。
吃完饭，我迷迷糊糊往外走，虽然不是很清醒但也下意识的知道到了该回避的时候。叶胖子突然拉住我结结巴巴的说：“老程你、你别走，你不是……不是不相信小田吃过我鸡巴嘛？今个儿就让她表演一个给你……给你看看！”
“来来田儿，给哥哥吃一个。”
小田明显喝高了，蹲地上就解叶胖子大前门上的钮扣，掏出鸡巴咬了起来，吃的滋咂做响。我当时都快晕了，转身便走，结果“扑通”一声摔在门口，身后传来叶胖子放肆的狂笑声。
我承认，小田曾经勾引过我。有天晚上她来找我说她老公刚打了她，于是跑了出来，我问她：“你怎么不去找叶胖子。”她说去了，没找到。我知道她在撒谎：三分钟前我刚跟叶胖子一起散步回来，眼睁睁看着他走进空勤灶的。
给她到了杯水，刚转过身，就见这女人坐在床上掀起裙子扇风，下半身整个露了出来，黑乎乎一丛毛，居然没穿内裤。虽然我当时欲火中烧差点就扑上去，但还是忍住了，我总感觉她有什么企图：是想挑拨我跟叶胖子的关系？还是想挑拨我和小芸的关系？平日里这个女人言谈举止就不简单，得小心着点。
再讲一个故事：
那年国庆节，部队放假，叶胖子说他生日快到了，叫上一帮东北兵跑我这喝酒打牌。大家正喝的兴起，姜小芸突然闯了进来，两只眼睛都哭肿了，跟桃子似的，见了我们哇的一声又哭了，仿佛老百姓看见了八路军。
当时大家都傻眼了，我赶忙扶住她肩膀问：“怎么了小芸？别哭别哭。”
小芸激动得话都说不上来，囉哩八嗦了半天才听明白：场务连有个北京籍排长，快三十了还没找对象，最近经常打着看病的幌子到卫生所找小芸，只要没外人在场就对小芸上下其手，小芸怕我生气，一直忍气吞声不敢对我讲。今天这傻逼喝醉后又去了，往病床上一躺说他蛋子痛，可能是疝气，让小芸给看看。
小芸说：“我这检查不了，你到军区医院去。”
那孩子说：“总得先做个初检吧，兴许你揉揉就不疼了呢。”
小芸说：“你滚蛋，要不我喊人了。”
他说：“你喊啊，看咱俩谁丢脸……”
几个东北兵借着酒劲就往外冲，边冲边嚷：“蛋子疼？给你揪下来就不疼了！”
我喝住他们：“都回来都回来，别这样！”
叶胖子比刚来时沉稳多了，他倚在床上没动窝，叼著烟说道：“咱们团这些当兵的没几个不知道你跟小芸的关系，老程你想想得罪过这个人没有。”
他这一提醒我还真有了点印象，早在新兵连时我曾和一操北京话的老兵吵过一回，当时确实怕事，战友一拉架我就见坡下驴的闪了，莫非是那小子？
为这事，我跟叶胖子密谋了一夜，他后来在我那睡的。
叶胖子的一个老乡在场务连当副排长，爱人随军后来到部队在空勤灶帮忙，叶胖子平时很照顾她，有什么好东西都不落下她。平时叶胖子也经常往这副排长家串串门，了解到一些情况：他当兵十年，副排长就干了五年半，急着往上爬，但礼送了人也围了却总是没消息，郁闷的很。叶胖子就说这事找他准办。
国庆过后没多久，部队进行战备演习，各级指挥员二十四小时待岗，不准离开营房。有天晚上场务连连长在浴室刮胡子洗脸，顺手将刚买的“上海”牌钢表放在了窗台上，等出来后发现表没了。不含糊，全连立即紧急集合，放出哨兵守在宿舍门口，任何人不准外出，然后进行大搜查，这块表后来在那个北京籍排长的抽屉里找到了，上面还带着水珠。
这事就是叶胖子那个老乡干的，确实是妙计，一箭三雕：我的仇算是报了；北京排长很快被强制退伍，扫地出门；那个东北籍的副排长顶替他的位子荣升正排，住进了单身宿舍。接着这家伙又逮住机会，立了个“二等功”，好像是“在雷雨天气带领全排战士抢救暴露在大雨中的航材”吧，上了军报，到我退伍时，他已经成连长了。
为这事我专门请叶胖子喝的酒，可没叫他那个老乡来，为什么呢？他的关系由他搞定，我出面显得不太好，况且这事人家也肯定不想让太多人知道。
（五）再次无题
小芸怀孕了，但我一直对她怀孕的原因持保留态度，倒不是怀疑她跟别人乱搞。每次办事时我都戴套，这些避孕套本来是军区下发给连队各级军官用的，很厚的那种，用半透明塑料纸包著，由于平时都由卫生所发放，小芸就沾了个近水楼台之利，经常偷点出来。
后来我才知道，那批避孕套在仓库里放的太久，可能让耗子嗑过。打那之后小芸改吃“探亲避孕药”，不过这东西副作用挺大，吃了之后咽不下饭。
小芸跑到军区医院找熟人打掉了我的第一个儿子，身体很虚弱。我问她想吃什么，她说就想吃鳝鱼，想的不得了。
这可真难住我了，在北方当过兵的朋友都知道，北方人不认这玩艺儿，就说这几年生活好了吧，吃鳝鱼的也很少。附近几个农村大集我跑了个遍，鱼贩子瞪着一双无知的大眼睛问我：“鳝鱼是什么鱼？”
前文交待过和我在营房股住一个房间的那个干事。安徽人，很有点能耐，会吃，每年自己灌香肠做燻肉淹酸菜，每次还都分我点尝尝鲜。我把买膳鱼买不著内心很苦闷这事跟他说了。他说：“嗨！多大点事啊，我有主意。”
他把自行车辐条磨尖，在前端弯出一钩来，又跑到臭水沟子旁边挖了几条又肥又长的蚯蚓，穿在钩上，带着我走进正灌溉著的麦田之中。
就见他边走边观察阡陌之下水中的状况，见有气泡冒出，就蹲下去，用辐条小心的探试，接着就看他胳膊猛的一震，一条尺把粗的大鳝鱼被拽了上来。那一下午我们共钓了四条，全部归了我，我把鱼送到叶胖子那里用辣椒一炒，乖乖那个香啊！从此之后叶胖子也爱上了辣炒鳝鱼。
那年夏天我钓了几十条，后来小芸说她见了黄鳝就想吐。
我所在的部队那时自己养牛，牛奶专供空勤灶。养牛的兵是内蒙古人，两瓶酒就把他搞定了。刚挤出来的牛奶热热的，很稠，稍微一放就变成如豆腐脑般的半凝固状态。蒙古兵说：“你们内地人身体不行，一桶奶要兑半桶水喝了才不上火，俺在家的时候直接咬著母牛的奶头喝，喝口奶嚼一口干牛肉。”
我心里说：“吹什么牛逼啊，踢死你个小丫的！”离开后勤股后牛奶就很少喝到了。
部队大院周围是一望无际的麦田，其实都是部队产业，早几年这些地是分给各个连队耕种的，但每到麦收季节，庄里的农民就全家出动打秋风，一垛垛往自己家搬。警卫连战士挎枪站岗根本镇不住这帮人，他们只怕警察不怕当兵的。
那次一小兵追个偷麦子的农村妇女，那女人被追急了，往地上一躺就脱裤子，吓的那个小战士转身即跑，后来战备任务越来越重，连队便将麦田包给附近的各个村子种，每年只须交给部队部分粮食就可以了。
灌溉麦田的水来自于十几里之外的黄河，水被抽出后通过大小水渠供应周围五六个村庄。我们团东大门外就有条水渠，渠不深，水最多时才刚没过膝盖。
有次我无意中在河边经过，发现虽然灌溉已经停止，但焦黄的河水中不时有小鱼翻起雀跃，于是赶紧跑回营房股，叫上一帮战友，拿着铁掀脸盆冲出来。先将水渠两头用泥巴糊住，然后十几个人跳进去往外泼水，水越来越少，鱼越来越多。十几米长的水渠我们竟捞出大半桶小杂鱼，甚至还抓住了一条一斤多沉的黑鱼。晚上送到灶上炸了，好吃的不得了。
在几名广东籍飞行员的带动下，部队兴起了打鸟热潮。一到晚上，周围的小树林中就手电筒乱晃，参与者上至团长参谋长，下至刚出新兵连的娃娃兵，所以当时上下级关系显得非常融洽，看见蹲在树上过夜的鸟都互相让：“你先打你先打。”——正所谓“同是连队打鸟人，相逢何必曾相识。”
小陈也买了只气枪，“峨嵋”牌的，一到夜间我们就叫上叶胖子出来，满院乱找。飞行队的那帮飞行员打的最好，有眼力有臂力，四五个小时能打一网兜。打死的麻雀用热水一烫，毛就好拔了，再放热油里炸过，很香。许多年后我调进民航，每天看着一箱箱活蹦乱跳的麻雀空运到广州深圳，却伤感的不得了。我的心是越来越软了，痛惜起这些小小的生命。
There was a comrade-in-arms in basic training who I got along with well. Later, he was assigned to the guard company and stood guard around the runway every day. Because it was a single post and far from the camp, he became bolder and bolder. Whenever he was on guard duty, he would run to the fishpond of a brother unit to fish. He had a line, a hook, and earthworms, but no fishing rod. So he would pull out the triangular bayonet from his Type 56 assault rifle, tie the line to the bayonet, and fish like that. When he caught a fish, he would put it in his pocket and take it directly to the mess hall.
Once, while he was fishing, he was spotted by an officer from the army who came down for an inspection. The officer berated him and threatened to report it to our regiment. The guy held a grudge, and the next time he went, he brought a bag of arsenic. I don't know where he got it, but he poured it all into the fishpond. When he saw me, he gritted his teeth and cursed, "Let them eat fish, they might as well eat shit!"
The guard company was truly a place no human being could live; they were exposed to wind, rain, and sun, and the leaders would scold them. After the officers' mess hall and the communal mess hall were merged, their food improved a bit. At first, they ate in the soldiers' mess hall, where the food was terrible, and everyone's face was dark and they were as thin as rakes.
Most of the new recruits were dutiful and dared not slack off during patrols. However, the veterans who had been on duty for two or three years and were about to be discharged were much lazier. When on duty, they would go nowhere, find a shady spot to read martial arts novels, and if they had energy to spare, they would use the bayonets on their rifles to dig rat holes and snake holes, filling the barrels with dirt, and then banging them on the ground when they were off duty. Or they would find a civilian who had accidentally wandered into the restricted area and beat and scold them to relieve their boredom.
An old soldier, while on duty, saw a rural woman digging for wild vegetables wandering dazedly towards the track. He stopped her and said, "Come on! Follow me to the regimental headquarters!"
The woman was terrified and refused to go. Seeing that no one was around, he went up and started groping her, touching her breasts and genitals. The more he groped, the more excited he became. He simply pulled down the woman's pants, took out his penis, and started fucking her. The woman screamed and screamed.
After finishing, thinking he had nothing else to do, he pulled up his pants and was about to leave when the woman's husband and his gang blocked his way, beat him severely, and stole his gun. Just then, some of his comrades happened to pass by, and a brawl broke out between the two groups, raging until the sky darkened and the sun and moon disappeared. The fighting only stopped when the regimental leadership and the nearby police station arrived. An investigation led back to the boy; after a few days of confinement, officers from the garrison came and took him away, handing him over to a military court. At that time, he had two months left before his discharge.
(vi) Discharge from military service
Fatty Ye is dead. He was shot.
I had heard my parents talk about this kind of thing before; it wasn't uncommon in the military, but I never imagined it would happen to my best comrade.
That night, Fatty Ye and Xiao Tian, the pilot's wife, had a secret rendezvous in the woods next to the movie theater.
A soldier in the ordnance section had argued with his superior during the day and, unable to think straight, sneaked into the section chief's room that night, stole the armory key, and then broke into the armory to steal a semi-automatic rifle and two volleys of ammunition. That day, the unit announced a movie screening of "The Shining Red Star," and he probably planned to go on a rampage at the cinema. However, the film delivery truck broke down halfway, and the movie was canceled. So, he wandered around the cinema with his rifle. Seeing a figure in the grove in the distance, he raised his hand without thinking and fired.
The bullet flew diagonally into Fatty Ye's body, severing his spine and piercing his liver. He died instantly, collapsing to the ground without uttering a sound. The soldier rushed over, intending to fire another shot. Just as he raised his gun, Xiao Tian stepped in front of Fatty Ye, crying and shouting, "Don't shoot him! Shoot me! I'll die with him!"
For some reason, the soldier suddenly started crying too. Instead of shooting at Xiaotian, he raised his gun and pulled the trigger, aiming it at his own head...
During that time, I completely broke down. I wouldn't eat or sleep, and I would just stare blankly at myself. Xiaoyun stayed by my side every day, crying and trying to comfort me, saying, "Please, wake up, please, eat something."
Every time I close my eyes to try and sleep, Fatty Ye jumps out and smiles at me. I just can't believe it. How could Fatty Ye have died so inexplicably? Just a few days ago, he excitedly told me that his transfer to the volunteer army was basically finalized. The quartermaster and section chief had vouched for him, and he'd already gotten his Level 3 chef's certificate, and he planned to get Level 2, Level 1, and Special Grade... Was he really just dead? That lively, energetic man, my best comrade-in-arms, someone I'd practically risked my life for?
For a long time, I didn't dare to go out. I was always worried that Fatty Ye would suddenly emerge from the darkness, hug me, and say, "Come on, let's go for a drink!" Even when I was inside, I would often look at the front door warily, wondering if it was Fatty Ye coming if there was any disturbance.
His fellow villagers knew I was his best comrade-in-arms and understood that I was on the verge of collapse. They came to comfort me, so I closed the door and said to these kids, "Old Ye is gone, and no one will take care of you anymore. To be honest, I can't be bothered to take care of you either. But I advise you to finish your three years of service honestly. When you go back, go back to farming and herding sheep. Don't be like him and cause trouble everywhere. I'm begging you, okay?"
I was unusually clear-headed when I said this, enunciating each word carefully, and afterwards I suddenly felt a sense of relief. The audience below was already in tears…
Xiaotian never came to see me, but through this incident, my impression of her suddenly improved. In my eyes, she was no longer the wanton, promiscuous woman I once knew, but had suddenly become a woman of deep affection and righteousness, whom I now deeply respected. How many women would take a bullet for their lover in such a life-or-death situation?
I once asked Xiaoyun, "If it were the two of us, would you do the same?" She confidently said she would! But I didn't believe her. She was a pampered girl who had never suffered hardship or even experienced any setbacks... But when I asked myself if I would take a bullet for Xiaoyun, I felt lost.
Many years later, when I read the History of the Qing Dynasty and imagined Nurhaci's furious expression as he swore the Seven Grievances in my hometown of Fushun, a strange image always surfaced in my mind: Ye Pangzi's clenched teeth and furious face, even though he was a pure-blooded Han Chinese peasant from a poor peasant family. Ye Pangzi's death seemed to have become my destiny, always accompanying me and causing me lifelong sorrow...
Xiaoyun is about to be discharged from the army. She only served for two years and four months. She said her family has been calling and writing to her constantly, saying they've found her a job and arranged everything in the military, urging her to come home as soon as possible. I listened silently, without saying a word—what could I say?
The day Xiaoyun left, I had promised to see her off, but I didn't go in the end. I didn't want to see her cry, and I was also afraid that I would cry myself. Later, she wrote to me saying that she had originally planned to give me the frostbite cream she had just bought at the train station, so that I would remember her when I got frostbite on my hands. But she was disappointed after waiting for it for so long. "Do you know why the letter paper is so wrinkled?" she asked in the letter. "It's because of my tears."
After being discharged from the army, I took my discharge allowance of over a thousand yuan to Sichuan. Xiaoyun had clearly gained weight by then, looking like a middle-aged woman. We secretly made love all night in a hotel, without her husband's knowledge. She cried, screamed, and bit me—she'd never done anything like that before. The next morning, I suddenly asked her again that question about whether she could stop a bullet. She just laughed and said, "Don't be silly, I can't be bothered to answer you..."
We've been corresponding regularly. She's divorced, the child lives with the father, and she's now a vice president of a company. I plan to go to Sichuan again this year during my vacation to hug her.
Ye Pangzi and Xiaoyun's departure suddenly prompted me to think about my own future. Life is unpredictable, and while we should certainly accept things as they come, I personally have always wavered between enjoying life to the fullest and setting goals. Everyone needs to have an account of their future. Even the usually assertive Ye Pangzi has ideals, and even the gentle and lovely Xiaoyun knows what to do after leaving the military. Why am I, who has always considered myself extraordinary, still hesitating?
Three years passed quickly. On the eve of my train journey, Xiaotian suddenly visited me late at night. She said she was about to get a divorce. I asked her what her plans were for the future. She said she planned to go back to her hometown of Wenzhou after the divorce. Her relatives there had made a small fortune in business, and she wanted to go back to help them.
We made love until dawn. She smelled wonderful; she must have showered beforehand. During sex, I kept calling her name, and she answered each time, eventually crying as she answered. Writing this, I suddenly wondered if I had actually fallen for her back then? Definitely not, she was Ye Pangzi's woman… What a strange thought. I'll stop thinking about it now.

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