What gave me the greatest feeling in the army was the affection between my comrades. In fact, if you think about it carefully, the most sincere friendship in a person's life is often the emotion between comrades. We didn't get along for a long time, but we helped each other, trained together and suffered together every day, which made this friendship last for a lifetime. In fact, the food we ate as soldiers was very good, at least better than what I ate in my hometown. Every meal is four dishes and one soup.

But because food pays attention to safety and nutrition, it tastes a little worse, and the taste of every place is different, so the quality of food is high, but the taste is not suitable for each of us. I remember the best meal I had when I was a soldier, which should be on my birthday when I joined the army the next year. All the comrades in our dormitory chipped in to buy hot pot.

In fact, eating hot pot in the north is often not so complicated. We just need water as the bottom of the pot, then buy mutton, fish balls and vegetables from the market and throw them into the pot to cook, and then everyone can eat with chopsticks. Perhaps the food itself is not as delicious as expected, but because the amount is not too large, it is more difficult for everyone to forget the taste. It seems that the food they eat is more fragrant, because they can't drink in the military camp, so everyone eats with an open stomach.

If a person eats delicious food without the company of others around him, it is like chewing wax. Now that I have been demobilized as a soldier for several years, as long as I have time, my comrades will gather in one place and get together. Even though we are far apart, there is no barrier between us. This kind of love of close comrades-in-arms is also the most precious wealth of each of us.