That day, we began our field training week in the Yen Bai forest, Ba Vi, quite far from the school. The terrain was rugged and mountainous, and the weather was unpredictable. This was a mandatory practical test for every officer cadet. We set up tents, dug shelters, and lived and studied as if in combat conditions. In the evening, after our field meal, as we were preparing to rest, a sudden storm broke out, with lightning flashing. The rain poured down in torrents. The wind blew through the gaps in the tents, blowing away the roofing we had hastily erected that afternoon. In an instant, the entire squad was soaked. Many comrades shivered from the cold.

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Amidst the heavy rain and strong winds, Mr. Trung, the instructor for the lesson, appeared. He didn't say much, only shouted: "Everyone bring out your tarpaulins and hammocks to rebuild the tents!" In the dim light of the flashlight, I saw him and us wading through the water, splashing around in the cold night. He braved the rain, helping each group reinforce their shelters, instructing us on the proper techniques for tying ropes to protect against strong winds...

When things had calmed down somewhat, the instructor went into the tent with the trainees. The wind was still howling, the cold was biting, and the rain hadn't completely stopped. That night, my comrades and I stood guard on the hillside, our hands gripping our rifles, our wet clothes clinging to our bodies, but our hearts were filled with warmth. In the midst of the cold rain and the wind whistling through the trees, I deeply understood the camaraderie and fellowship among us. It wasn't just empty slogans, but a sharing of hardship, the silent care of the commander and instructor for his trainees.

He didn't say much, but his actions taught us a profound lesson: As officers, we must know how to shoulder responsibilities and care for others before thinking of ourselves. That is humanity, the noble quality of Uncle Ho's soldiers—a quality that cannot be fully learned from books.

The next morning, the rain stopped. The sun rose from behind the mountains, its light filtering through the raindrops still clinging to the leaves. We quietly packed up our camp, preparing for the next lesson. No one complained about the hard night in the rain; instead, everyone's eyes seemed even more resolute and strong.

Since that night, I feel myself maturing and becoming more resilient in this environment of "iron discipline"—a discipline that is always present in every command, tactical movement, thought, and in the love imbued with the green uniform of the soldier I have chosen.

    Source: https://www.qdnd.vn/van-hoa/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/ky-niem-mot-dem-mua-1013221