There will be a lot to say, but I really can't say it when I sit in front of the computer. Although it only lasted for two days, it seemed like a lifetime. In two days, I have witnessed too many places where you are going.
The captain said that my life in these two days is the life of special forces, and the survival and nursing in the wild are over. I am a man.
May12, the earthquake that shook the whole country, I also had an experience, and I still remember the feeling when I fled, despair, only despair. Later, comparing myself with them, I was really nothing. Two days later, I learned that my friend in Maoxian was killed, which was hard to accept at the moment. 16 got on the train to Chengdu and wanted to see my friends for the last time.
At school, many students are very concerned about the earthquake, but there are still discordant voices. They are indifferent or joking. I am very angry. Are they still from China? Do they still have a conscience?
When I arrived in Chengdu and Deyang, I found that things were not quite what I expected. I'm a little sad that the road in Maoxian has not been opened yet. I can't even see my own friends! There are collapsed houses all around, rescuers are desperately trying to rescue, and my loved ones are in pain. I can't help, so I plan to go back. Then I met the team leader, a volunteer from Chongqing, and asked me if I would like to go with them. Without much consideration, I joined their team.
At this point, many places have been blocked, but because of the captain's special forces status, we have not been greatly hindered. I also started my volunteer life for two days.
Although I saw those painful pictures on TV, what I saw with my own eyes completely broke me down. I squatted in the corner and cried. I can't believe what I saw and heard. Can you imagine? Bodies all over the street, they just lay there, so many children, so innocent, they don't deserve to die, they missed the world! Surrounded by their families, they are hoarse and silent, but they are still shouting desperately, so that they may be able to call their loved ones back from the hands of death. There are ruins everywhere, the PLA and doctors are still searching for any survivors, and many bodies will be carried out continuously. What did we do wrong? Will God punish us like this? Everyone has the right to live! People are also very fragile!
The captain told me to stand up. He has no expression. He just said that if crying can change a person's life, it would be nice for each of us to cry! Don't forget the purpose of your coming here! As a result, the captain handed me gloves and masks, and I bit my lip and closed my eyes, not watching those scenes. At that time, I just felt that I was going to save people and save our compatriots. We must work hard!
The captain asked me if I could breastfeed, and I shook my head. I thought the captain would kick me out for this, he said. Then learn some simple dressing quickly. So you can help us.
Soon, in a simple ten minutes, I learned that it takes an ordinary nurse a month or two to learn to deal with wounds, injections and the like. Maybe at that critical moment, anyone will have the potential to be inspired, and I am eager to exert my strength.
We travel through every village, and people here need our treatment more. Looking at the dilapidated house in front of me, my nose is sour, but I restrained myself from crying. I still remember when dressing the wound of the injured person, I carefully asked him if he was in pain. He gritted his teeth and tried to say it didn't hurt. I really admire him. His injury is very serious. I can't imagine the pain he endured. All I did was touch his wound as lightly as possible. He is very strong. Almost all the wounded are so strong, perhaps because of their perseverance, our rescue work will go smoothly.
I know that we are racing against death to save everyone in time. If we waste one more second, we will lose an opportunity. We are as tireless as machines. Like those brave PLA soldiers.
At night, the captain didn't disturb the troops, and we were busy setting up tents that day, so we put our sleeping bags on the side of the road to sleep. It was the first time for me to do so many things, and it was also the first time for me to pay close attention all day, so that night, I slept deeply and the aftershocks didn't wake me up. When I got up in the morning, I turned to look. This is the most terrible thing I have ever experienced. There was a dead man lying next to me. Fear is indescribable. His eyes were so wide that they almost stood out. He may have suffered a lot before he died. I opened my mouth, but I couldn't shout it out. Later, my team members said that I was scared silly. Maybe I'm right. I can't believe I spent the night with a corpse, a corpse that went through purgatory before it died. I was very silent that day and didn't say much. I just numbly bandaged the wound, disinfected it, bandaged it, changed the medicine, infused it, and mechanically repeated these actions.
Gradually, I saw so many dead people, and in the end, my whole expression became stiff and cold. Suddenly I feel that laughing is a very shameful thing. Why should I smile?
At noon, we follow a certain department. They are pioneers, exploring for the big teams behind. We took the Panshan Highway, and later we learned that most roads in Sichuan are like this. We walked very carefully because of the aftershocks, but later we relaxed our vigilance. The platoon leader in front told us to rest in place and sent three soldiers to move on. At this time, the hateful aftershock began, and many stones rolled down the mountain and hit a soldier's temple. The soldier died on the spot. It all happened so fast that before I could react, I saw the whole army rushing past. A soldier who was alive a few seconds ago died instantly. Although I already know that there will be sacrifices in the rescue, I still can't accept what happened to me. Our soldier left this world at such a young age, and his parents knew how to react! The platoon leader should be a strong man, but his eyes are red and he is very sad. He took the lead in silently bowing to the fallen warrior hero, and then saluted. Then, the whole platoon saluted. This may be a glorious moment for all soldiers. I shed tears silently. I asked the captain, is it worthwhile for the PLA to work so hard? The captain looked at me and whispered, it's worth it!
I don't regret going to Sichuan. Although I may have experienced the shadow of my life, closing my eyes is a tragic scene, but I also did something that I am proud of all my life. I didn't let my life continue to be mediocre, but I also did very subtle things for our compatriots.
Along the way, we met many different troops and talked with them during the break. It turns out that they have long regarded life and death very lightly. Yes, in the face of so many deaths, how can we care about our own lives? Dedication is what we should do. The PLA is really great, and the conditions are much worse than ours. It is not the first time they have seen such a thing and so many dead people, but they don't care about anything. They rolled up their sleeves and began to pry open the ruins to see if there were any survivors or carry the bodies. They never have a long rest. People in the disaster area say that seeing green clothes is like seeing hope.
I wonder what kind of mood and despair our compatriots will feel when they are buried in the ruins. There is darkness everywhere, and there is no sound. Maybe there is only hope to let them move on.
That day we climbed three mountains and went to the deepest stockade. The captain said that the situation there is urgent, and we should treat the wounded before the experts arrive to prevent infection. Physical strength has reached the limit, but I refrained from telling the captain and the team members, not wanting to hold them back and affect them. At that moment, I felt like a robot. Only my legs and feet were moving in the equipment, and I didn't feel anything.
When I arrived at my destination, I sat straight aside and began to gasp and completely collapsed. The team handed me a bottle of salt water and went to treat the wounded. It was a long time before I could stand up slowly and walk into a tent. I saw a little girl. I went over and tried to smile at her. The little girl is very cute and gives me a sweet smile. I asked her if it hurt. She shook her head and said it didn't hurt I know she is lying to me, because her injury is the most serious. At that time, I hated God's ruthlessness. Must I impose pain on these kind people? I asked the little girl what she wanted. She licked her lips and said she wanted to drink water. I immediately ran out and looked for water everywhere. After five or six minutes, I returned to the tent. I wanted to tell the little girl that I found water, but what I saw was a white cloth covering her face. I know what that means. I ran like crazy, trying to tear off that nasty white cloth. It has no right to declare a person's life and death! The captain stopped me, and I cried loudly. She was just right! She wants water! She just fell asleep! She's not dead! Please, take off that cloth! The captain hugged me and said, calm down! She's gone, that's the truth! I just saw the captain crying, and I kept saying that she wanted to drink water. She wants to drink water. I leaned against the captain and cried loudly, regardless of the surroundings. This is an outbreak after I endured it for two days. My mental endurance is limited. I can't stand so many people leaving this world in such a short time.
In the evening, we didn't rest. We obeyed the captain's orders and returned to Deyang. On the way, the captain told me a lot. He said I was brave, because it takes a lot of courage for a child my age to accept such a thing. After all, I have little experience in life. He told me that people always die, just at different times, so the living should feel happy, cherish everything, work hard and make our dead compatriots' share of life wonderful. On the way back, we also met a strong aftershock. I was not afraid at that time, because I didn't care about life and death. So many compatriots were killed and PLA soldiers were killed. What am I?
On the third day, the captain said to let me go back. I was anxious and said, I won't get you into trouble again. The captain said that you are excellent and your nursing ability is excellent, but you have to go back. I don't want anything to happen to my team After a long stalemate and a lot of tears, I was put on the train by the conductor. Looking at the captain and the players who have been with me for two days, I am very reluctant to part with them. We experienced two days of life and death and were taken care of by them. I know we are already friends. At the moment the train left, the conductor suddenly shouted, remember, one day is my team member, and all my life is my team member! I cried impudently, but I knew I had changed, I was strong, and I contributed my strength to our compatriots in the earthquake.
We all have to work hard to survive!
Even if we are unkempt in the earthquake, even if we are displaced, even if our wives and children are separated, we will try our best to survive.
PS: The captain is still at the front.