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Time, both fleeting and prolonged, was about to pass. Standing by the familiar military training ground, I gazed at the fluttering Military Flag, my heart filled with mixed emotions. These two years had been marked by countless arduous training sessions and significant missions, each a test of endurance. Now, as I prepared to bid farewell to this place, I felt an unexpected pang of reluctance.
I recalled my naive self when I first enlisted and compared it to the resilient and courageous person I had become. The military had changed me profoundly. Here, I learned to wield wisdom and bravery against adversaries; I forged deep bonds of camaraderie with my fellow soldiers.
As the day of discharge drew nearer, I knew that once I left, I would return to a life of ordinariness. I would never forget these passionate years. In the final days before my discharge, I continued to stand guard diligently, as if determined to uphold my soldier's duty until the very last moment.
Just a few days before we were to shed our ranks, we all shared a room, lying on our beds, reminiscing about our amusing experiences over the past two years. We talked about our hopes for the future and made sure to share delicious food during our farewell meals. Yet when the day of parting arrived, we looked at each other without knowing how to begin. I glanced at A Yu; after a long silence, he finally spoke, "Brother, remember to keep in touch." I nodded silently, thinking that once we parted ways, who knew when we would meet again.
Early in the morning, Company prepared dumplings for us. After eating, we made our final farewells to the heroes in the company museum. We held each other's hands tightly and embraced with deep emotion before heading towards the assembly point for departure. On the way, A Yu helped me support Li Xiang, who couldn't stop his tears from flowing. I too shed silent tears for him; this kid had faced hardships since childhood. He was often bullied or mocked due to his weight and came from a modest farming background in the countryside. Worrying about him weighed heavily on my heart, yet there was little I could do to help. As we parted, I told him that if life became difficult in the future, he should come find me; I would be waiting for him. He nodded, wiped his tears away, and urged me to hurry onto the bus. Standing beside the vehicle, I saluted the Military Flag respectfully one last time and took a final look at my reluctant comrades before turning away with pride as a soldier.
Upon arriving at the train station, locals recognized us and willingly made way for us; some even applauded. We politely acknowledged them as we walked straight towards the platform. There, the Military Band and Chief held a brief farewell ceremony for us. To my surprise, I discovered that fellow recruits from my hometown were also on the same train. Before we could exchange greetings, we exchanged glances and embraced each other warmly; it felt especially comforting after such a long separation. Our once youthful faces now appeared more composed and tanned from our experiences over these two years.
As the train whistle blew and began to move slowly away from the station, my comrades waved goodbye one by one. Their farewells were filled with reluctance but also affirmation of our journey together. We returned their gestures with a standard military salute as we gradually distanced ourselves from the platform. This marked the end of our military journey—goodbye Heroic Unit, goodbye my second hometown.
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