Military training testimonials

Today is the first day of military training. With an excitement, I stepped into the campus of the one that I hoped for for a long time. On the first day of this military training, I deeply realized that unity is power. ! When you walk into the campus of the middle school, you will feel as if you have come to the military training ground of the military camp. You can look into it and see each other in a square. Every student is meticulous in completing the designated action, serious and serious. When standing in the military position, our class was arranged to stand in the sun, while the other classes stood under the shade of the trees, but no one in the class complained. The big sweat of the beans fell from the face, no one reached out to rub; the legs stood numb, and the teeth insisted. We know that any extra action of our own will affect the honor of the whole class, even though we don't know each other, even the name does not know. However, we can unite and fight for the honor of the 8 classes! When I saw the expression of the instructor's approval, I felt that unity is power! Military training is hard. If you don't practice for a while, your legs are like lead, and your neck is sour. But during the short breaks, the unfamiliar classmates stood up and encouraged each other, squatting, laughing, and relaxing, preparing for the next round of military training. I felt like I was injecting new power into my body. At this point, I want to say: Unity is power! There is also happiness in military training. As the sun sets, our shadows are pulled long, and the breeze passes, bringing a touch of coolness. After a day of military training, I sang a military song--"Unity is power." The classmates of the whole class sang at their maximum volume, and the songs shone, pressing the two classes next to them. I deeply feel that unity is power! Unity is power, a drop of water is easy to dry up, and when this drop of water flows into the sea, he will never do it. Today is the second day of military training, I got up early and came to school. In the morning, we practiced “righteousness” from the beginning. You must know that the "right" station will be simple for a while, but you must always "stand upright", it will be difficult. First of all, the shoulders should be stretched as far as possible, and the chest should be abdomen. Secondly, the legs are close together and there is no gap. The two heels are close together and the toes are open at 60 degrees. Then, the five fingers are closed, the thumb is placed on the second joint of the index finger, the middle finger is close to the trousers, and there is no gap between the hand and the trousers. Finally, it is necessary to slightly lower the squat, so that the neck is back to the top, and the eyes are still looking up 15 degrees. This "right" makes us almost unable to bear it. After a minute or two, everyone is sweating. I want to wipe, but I can't. The sweat was flowing down, and a few drops of sweat had flowed into my eyes. It was really hard to bear. I really can't stand it, and my hands are unconsciously preparing to sweat. But at this moment, the instructor came to me and just raised a little and returned to the original position. My heart was "squeaky" and jumped. I thought it was because I raised my hand and I was discovered by the instructor. The instructor can raise his hand, holding a stack of facial tissues in his hand, and taking out a piece of paper in the other hand. I wiped the sweat on my eyes and wiped my sweat on my forehead and nose. After wiping the sweat, the instructor also encouraged me to say: "The station is good, continue to insist." Suddenly, my heart could not be cooled, it seems that the outside world is hot, and it was taken away by the instructor's encouragement. At that moment, I really realized that the instructors were not only strict and resolute, but also people who care about others and care for others. In fact, the instructor also has a gentle side. In the afternoon, the students came to the football field with joy and enthusiasm to form a neat queue. This is a beautiful scenery on the campus. The trees on the court where the sun is shining are dejected. I only hear the instructors teaching us to do movements from time to time. A strong password, this is the style of a soldier. The instructor’s burst of passwords is like leading us into the army. I feel like I am a soldier!

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