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There is a place called the barracks! There are people called soldiers! There is a wake-up call called emergency assembly! There is an endurance called five kilometers! There is a torture called four hundred meters obstacle course! There is a stroll called foot march! There is a title called martyr! There is a quilt called tofu block! There is a dream called waking up naturally! There is a dance called enemy capture fist! There is a paradise called reception room! There is a coolness called collective urination on the highway! ………After being a soldier, I regretted for two years, five years or twelve years, but not being a soldier, I regretted for a lifetime. The barracks are a big furnace, going in is an iron piece, coming out is a steel piece. Old squad leader once advised us to be tempered into steel, never to become that iron slag. Old squad leader also said that there are only two places that can really temper men, one is the barracks and the other is prison. Only those who have no way out will choose prison, so let us young people with aspirations join the army! This book is dedicated to my fellow soldiers who served with me in those years.