In study, work and life, everyone is familiar with periodicals. At this time, keeping a diary is very necessary. What kind of log have you seen? The following is the journal of military training for you. Welcome to read the collection.

Military training log 1 I left my warm home for the first time, left my parents' warm arms for the first time, put on camouflage clothes representing sacredness and responsibility for the first time, and conducted military training for the first time. I am very excited. I was looking forward to military training at first, and I couldn't wait to fly to the training base immediately.

But when I got here, I found I was wrong. In the afternoon, the instructor gave us a duel-standing junzi. The instructor made us stand in the hot sun for a long time. Sweat ran down my cheeks, my heels ached and I was thirsty, but the coach wouldn't let us move or rest. Many people go to cool places because they are not feeling well, but I stand there and insist. Seeing the instructor walking around, correcting us here for a while and choosing where for us for a while, I feel really uncomfortable. I hate the instructor! An insidious thought suddenly came to my mind: I stand, I stand desperately, I stand dizzy, see how you clean up! But I don't know why, I just can't stand dizziness, but I feel very uncomfortable.

After tossing all afternoon, I lay in bed at night, thinking about the way the instructor treated us, and felt that the instructor was really hateful!

That's nothing. The next day, the chief instructor punished us for squatting because of unqualified housekeeping and poor discipline in the dormitory and dormitory canteen! At first, I felt comfortable squatting. Unexpectedly, I only squatted for two minutes, and my legs were already sour. I couldn't help changing my leg to relieve the pain, but the chief instructor shouted, "What leg?" Change it again and let you go to the front! "We have to endure the pain and squat down accurately. The head instructor began to teach us, "What is housekeeping in your? Can everything be put on the bed? Look at the folds of your quilt. That's terrible! Also, let you sleep at noon every day, is it for you to chat? You are so energetic, how come you are all like defeated soldiers in training! ..... and where can we listen to his "teaching" below, we only think about how to be lazy to alleviate the pain. Who knows, our instructor actually taught us: "Stand up straight! "Don't touch the ground with your legs! Did you hear that? ..... "I bite my teeth in pain, and at the same time, I really hate to face the chief instructor in my heart! I even swear that I have sworn enemies with these instructors!

After about 20 minutes, the chief instructor didn't mean to let us get up at all. I couldn't hold on any longer, and tears of disappointment flowed down. I hate crying, and I never like weak tears, but at the moment, my grievances and leg pains are contained in tears. Ten minutes later, the instructor finally let us get up.

From that day on, I thought the instructor was the devil. I don't want to talk to them, look at them or even think about them. I said I'll never forget it. The instructor asked us to practice squatting and standing. Until that day—

On that day, our training intensity increased and we practiced very hard. When the instructor shouted the password to us as usual, I felt the voice of the instructor hoarse. Later, I observed that the instructor seldom drank water, but kept shouting commands during our training. "1,2,1,1,2,1..." In order to make us walk better, the instructors asked us to walk in rows, and the instructors shouted passwords in rows. Looking at the way the instructor shouted the password, my heart sank to the lowest point. Suddenly, I feel that the instructor is not as bad as I thought before, and even feel that the instructor is very respectable.

"Listen to the password in the third row ..." The shouts of the instructor brought my thoughts back to training. I followed the instructor's beat and strutted along. I know, this is the best walk since I started training.

During the break, the instructor made us laugh from time to time in order to add some fun to our boring training, and then he simply took us to pull songs and sing. The instructor sang to us in a hoarse voice and took us to pull a song. We are all immersed in happiness. This is, when we were not watching, I saw the instructor rubbing his throat hard. The instructor's expression made me feel that he had a sore throat. But after the tutor finished, he continued to chat with us with a smile, continue to sing to us, and continue to take us to pull songs ... At that moment, I was really moved by the tutor. I looked at the instructor. Although I smiled, I couldn't hide some fatigue on my face. I realized that I was. The instructor's strict requirements for us are to cultivate the spirit of hard work and let us understand that the life of the army is disciplined through this military training. Unlike us who are like little emperors and princesses at home every day, we don't have to worry about tuition and pocket money every day. We usually complain that this is not good enough and that is not good enough. We bow our heads when we encounter difficulties, and we can't stand crying when we suffer a little. Instructors are strict with us, all for our own good, so that we can bear hardships, so that we can become the pillars of the motherland in the future! And we always misunderstand the instructor's kindness, thinking that the instructor is making us suffer, but we enjoy it ... I think, tears of emotion and regret come to my eyes. On this seemingly ordinary night, I finally got to know the instructor and the instructor.

In the next few days, I have been training hard, especially strong, and showed my best side on the day of the military parade.

When we left, the instructor put us on the bus. My classmates are sharing the joy of going home, but I don't want to go home as much as I did when I first came. I sat in the car and looked at the instructor outside the window, and my gratitude welled up in my heart. Thanks to my tutor, I have been honed in these short eight days, changed the consistent style of the little princess, and moved me in eight days.

The car was driving very slowly, and I watched the instructor watch us. At that moment, my tears flowed down again, and I suddenly found that I was reluctant to part with the instructor, the place that changed me, and everything here. My eyes were dim, and I glanced at the instructor, letting the tears flow freely. Sitting in the car, I remembered that I said I would always remember to practice squatting and standing here. Yes, I will always remember it, but the difference is that I remember it not because of hatred, but because of gratitude and emotion. ...

On the first day of school, students in other classes are getting new books. Because books have been issued, the teacher arranged military training for our class, and let us train in advance.

We trained in standing posture, trilateral rotation and running. On the first day of our military training, the sun was scorching and the sun was poisonous. We can't stand such hot weather. We are sweating and soaking wet, but we still grit our teeth and keep training. After the training, the teacher said that the last one who ran out of the playground would be punished, and we all rushed down. Fortunately, I'm not the slowest. The teacher asked us to train carefully, and the steps must be neat and consistent. If the training is not good, we must retrain. We had military training for an hour, and the teacher said we should have a rest for half an hour. The teacher invited us to eat sorbet, and finally we didn't practice in vain. I trained for another hour in the afternoon and practiced for a long time. Because I couldn't run well, I didn't leave until after school. In this way, we practiced for a week. Although we have worked hard, we have made great progress. The teacher said it would take a month to train, and we all fainted.

I like military training, but I don't want it to take too long.

School Military Training Journal 3 Winter went to spring, and everything started a new life happily after driving away the severe winter. In this vigorous breath of life, I started military training for freshmen.

Every day, we train in the morning breeze and practice in the sunshine and drizzle. In the final analysis, the word "tired" is used. Without the leisure and idleness of the past, everything is so neat and full of discipline. At first, my mood was full of discomfort. Later, slowly, I found myself unconsciously integrated into the role, adapted to the life of military training and understood the significance of military training.

I think, military training is not only to cultivate our sense of discipline, but also to teach us to wash away cowardice with sweat and weakness with strength, to make our bodies strong and our hearts strong. Because of this, in the later life, even in the face of wind and rain and muddy roads, we can be firm and face the tempering of life. Only after tempering can people become more mature and stronger in the face of difficulties. We let go of that sadness, carefully picked up intermittent dreams, and with sincere faith and unshakable determination, we made positive progress in college and went forward bravely in life.

The days of military training are like the soil after the storm. After countless washes, it will eventually settle down until it is integrated into the bottom of my life.