Military memories of a literary veteran of the 63rd Division

2022-04-26 0 By

In that year, I went to be a writer and art soldier. I experienced many things in my life.However, as things have changed, it has been gradually forgotten.What really lingers in my memory, and grows closer and closer to my heart, is the life of the literary soldier in the field.At the beginning of 1977, the Lanzhou Military Area Command came to Beijing to recruit literary and art soldiers. I was admitted, along with several students from other schools, through rigorous examinations.I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep at night. I couldn’t wait to put on my uniform.I said goodbye to the school under the envious and jealous eyes of my classmates.On the day of boarding the train, the leader informed us that we were not going to the military region art troupe, but to the amateur performance team of a field division stationed in the Longdong Plateau.What professional amateur? I didn’t think about it that much.Besides, I had no idea what a field division was like. I just wanted to be able to wear a military uniform and engage in art.There were no trains in the field division, so we had to get off at Baoji.The next morning, take the army coal truck to division headquarters.We girls enjoyed riding in the wheelhouse, and the boys scrambled to the trunk and the leaders threw them each a fur coat to keep out the cold.Taking the military truck for the first time, I felt very proud and excited. I had an indescribable taste in my heart.As soon as the motorcade left the city, it began to climb the mountain.The truck was plodding along under a heavy load.The mountain road twists and turns, twists and turns.The mountains here are not high, but naked and covered with loess.Gully crisscross, like the earth split mouth, give a person’s feeling is: remote wild, desolate, solemn and stirring.It was late winter and there was still unmelted snow in the shadow of the mountains.The cold wind in the mountains rushed, howling, violent and majestic, blowing the door “whining” sound.There was a leak in the cab and the cold wind blew through my sweat.Cold toes in thick socks.He dared not move his feet, as if they would fall off.The truck bounced up and down hills, zigzagging endlessly.It was hard to leave home for the first time and take such a long bus ride, especially in the mountains.At noon, we arrived at an infantry regiment in Longxian County (to division must stop here), got off the truck, only felt dizzy, legs soft, body flapping, jaw tight.The small kitchen of the group leader had already prepared a sumptuous lunch for us.We wolfed down a bowl of dry dishes.This is the most delicious meal I have ever had.The food of army don’t have some taste, really delicious, still don’t pay.After dinner, the truck continued north, over the mountains.Long mountain road hardly see people, some cold and depression.After entering the Longdong plateau, it also passes a small town between gullies.Then it was mountain climbing.I happened to find some dirty Shanliwa in tattered cotton-padded clothes standing by the side of the road at the entrance of the cave, raising her arms and greeting us.At that moment, I suddenly thought of faraway Beijing, think of the warm home, a kind of never experienced sadness welled up in my heart, nose bursts of sour.Alas!In order to be the art soldier of the field division…After more than four hours of turbulence, the convoy finally arrived at the division headquarters.The veterans of the show have been waiting for us for a long time.They (they) were all excited to see us.Trying to get our stuff.We entered the dormitory, hot wash water has been ready.I saw the hot water covered with foam and wondered.The squad leader hurriedly explained that the hot water was cooked in a cooking pot, and usually only the female soldiers could use hot water for washing, while the male soldiers used tap water in the yard.After a while, the cook brought food for us to eat.The simplicity and enthusiasm of the veterans, like the warm spring breeze, made us forget the cold, fatigue and homesickness.These were the literary and artistic divisions of the field division: three male divisions, one female, and one cooking division.Male literary and artistic soldiers from the company, all full of military temperament.The female art soldier is from the hospital.We were the only ones recruited from Beijing.This was where the art soldiers were stationed: a row of bungalows.The life of a literary and artistic soldier in a field division is almost the same as that of a company: exercise, housekeeping, small duty, late registration system.I like being on duty best.Because of the small duty in the morning can not exercise, cleaning in the dormitory, but also can go to the kitchen class for cooking.When helping the cook, the chief can eat the good things bought from the county.After cooking, you can taste more. By the time you eat, you are almost full.In a word, helping cooks can satisfy cravings and be fun.I remember once helping the cook, I gave the cook an idea to make Beijing’s “fried goose bumps” for dinner (this is a skill my mother taught me), he agreed.So, under my guidance, we set to work.First mix the dough, then roll the dough cake, then cut the dough cake into small bumps, and pour the small bumps into the basin to shake, after shaking the pot to cook, after cooking fried.This mix, roll, cut, boil, fry, the cook toss straight fire.I also told him that this fried pimple to chew somersault, eat sweet, “shake”, but a key link.I saw the kitchen hands carrying a large basin, swaying around, like twisting “disco”.He shook and said, you Beijingers eat this not afraid of trouble, you later don’t give this bad idea.I was so happy to see him sweating like a horse.By the time the last group of people finish eating the Beijing “fried goose bumps”, it will be almost 7 o ‘clock.In order to improve the food, the team also raised two pigs.It’s new to us.Feeding pigs is the most likely to be praised by team leaders.So, everyone rushed to go.In order to feed the pigs after each meal, I often eat while staring at the swill bucket outside the canteen.Afraid of being picked up first.Every time carrying the swill bucket to feed pigs, feeling very excited, always feel the leadership and comrades in arms looking at themselves, quite a “Lei Feng” taste in the heart.His gait had changed and his face was warm.In fact, the smell of the pigsty makes me sick, but to be praised, I have to be fed.The first play we rehearsed was a four-act play called The Battle of Leopard Bay.This play reflects a company of the Eighth Route Army during the War of Resistance against Japan.At the rehearsal mobilization meeting, the head of the division said that you should carry forward the Leopard-bay spirit and rely on yourselves for rehearsal. The little girls from Beijing should eat well and have enough to miss home.What the chief said gave us a boost.We rehearse during the day and make costumes, sets and props at night.We went to the county to buy white linen and dye, and dyed the cloth to make it ourselves.The night is cold as ice.We put on electric lights in the yard of the dormitory, set up two large black POTS for killing pigs, lit dry wood, and boiled water to dye cloth.Several female soldiers, each with an apron around her waist and a stick in her hand, were whirling cloth in boiling water around a cauldron as if they had entered a printing shop.Although it is the first time to dye cloth, can dye the cloth, color and lustre is quite uniform, the effect is quite good.With the cloth dyed, it’s time to make the costume.Female soldiers are naturally clever and crafty, so the task of making clothes is of course left to us.We borrowed some sewing machines from the government house and put them in a big room.Every night, the room is very busy, we cut cut, cut cut, sewing machine “tap tap tap” sound, the whole small clothing factory.I have never held a needle or thread at home, and here I am a tailor.The first hat I made looked like Qian Guang in the movie Green Pine Ridge.Look at the coat. One is long and the other is short.Look at these pants. The legs are thick and thin.My “work” made everyone laugh their heads off.In this way, after disassembling and disassembling, the clothes were finally made more presentable, and you don’t even need to say that they look like such a thing on your body.A lot of wood and nails are needed to make props for the scenery.The logistics department was supportive and gave some, but it wasn’t enough.Money to buy, but money is limited.In order to save every penny, the captain led the comrades to look for suitable wood for stage props from the old wood pile torn down when building the barracks, and at the same time pull out some old nails.In The northwest of March, the weather is still surprisingly cold, mixed with the snow of the ice rain swirl and fluttering.Braving the cold, they rummaged among the old piles for lumber they could use, measuring and sawing.It was difficult to pull the nail out of the wood because of the cold weather and his fingers were stiff.Besides, pulled out of the nail, mostly curved, but also with a hammer to hit them straight, a lot of people’s fingers hit the blood…In this way, we overcome difficulties, self-directed, self-arranged, self-done, in a relatively short time to take out a large drama.I will never forget the opening performance that night, when the curtain was slowly raised to the imposing music of Yan ‘an Ode.The passionate performances, the lifelike props, and the costumes of the Eighth Route Army, which could not be found in the theatrical stores, all of a sudden captivated the audience.The auditorium rang out warm applause from the officers and men.We are very excited, because this play is hard won, it condenses our blood and sweat.Since then, we have arranged two performances (a large-scale drama, a song and dance, qu Yi, skits) for the troops every year.Because the troops stationed scattered in Shaanxi, Gansu and Ningxia, every time the troops under the performance and the mountains have a fate.Wind blows in spring, rain in summer, frost in autumn, snow in winter…We moved between liupanshan, Ziwu Ling, Qianyang Ling, Qinling.Of course, pigs still have to be fed.Years gently lift the curtain of time, 5 years passed imperceptibly.I can say that these five years have been a beautiful and happy period of my life.Now, I have taken off my military uniform and become a professional drama actor in a theater in Beijing. The environment has changed, the performance conditions are better and the life is comfortable, but I still feel that something is missing.Is it true love in the world?The pleasures of the austere life of the Northwest Camp?Not long ago, I saw from the CCTV news that the field division has been connected by train, which is really gratifying.I wonder when I must take the train and walk the mountain road again…