When I think of my military training in the university, the first contact when I enter the university is the instructor. At that time, I was in awe of the instructors, because when I first entered the university, my classmates were unfamiliar and everything was strange. The instructor is also an authoritative existence in my eyes.
In fact, I don't like instructors very much during military training. Every day's hard training and physical fatigue make me feel that the days of military training are extremely long, and instructors have become the source of my pain. At that time, my biggest idea was to end military training, have a good rest, and never see instructors showing off on the playground again.
During the military training, the instructors monitored us almost all the time. In addition to daily training, we will also go to the dormitory from time to time to check the hygiene situation at night, so it is essential to punish the quilt for being folded badly. What I hate more is the sound of assembly in the morning. At that time, I would be very nervous when I heard the whistle.
I thought I would be happy after the military training, but when it really came, I was in tears. Listening to the parting words of the instructors and watching their vigorous posture, I suddenly remembered the scene of them singing military songs during the intermission of military training, and the scene of them being punished by the chief instructor every time because we didn't do well. At that moment, I found that we had so many memories unconsciously.
When people are together, they don't feel the importance of each other. Only when they are separated can they understand what he means to you. Instructors are a chapter in our youth. They accompanied us through the confusion of entering the university and accompanied us through the initial university road. Unconsciously, we have regarded them as our friends, and their departure will naturally make us sad.