The left eardrum pierced through the deaf ear, and the right chest was pierced by bullets. The war left many cruel marks on Zhai Weijun's body, and he laughed it off. In his heart, what saddened him the most was a list soaked in blood. In 1945, 19-year-old Zhai Weijun officially joined the 13th Brigade Engineering Company of the Fourth Column of the Jin Ji Lu Yu Military Region (formerly the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army) led by Chen Gong (later renamed the 38th Division Engineering Company of the 13th Army). From clerk, squad leader, platoon leader to company commander, he fought with the army in various battles, achieving 10 military merits and twice being awarded the title of combat hero. In the war, many comrades sacrificed their lives. ”Opening a palm sized booklet of photocopying and reassembling, Zhai Weijun began to read, "Ji Donghai, Yang Wujin, Cheng Xinzhu..." Every time he read a name, he would pause for a long time. The cover of the booklet prominently reads' Roster of the Engineer Company of the 38th Division of the 13th Army ', with 182 names neatly arranged on the inner pages. In the roster, a black mark is particularly prominent. "At that time, a bullet was fired from my right chest, directly through my back, and blood seeped onto the roster," said Zhai Weijun. In 1995, the staff of the Military Museum of the Chinese People's Revolution found him, hoping to collect the roster, and even offered to buy it. The old man firmly said, "Donate for free, not a penny. I cannot exchange the names of more than 100 comrades for money." Zhai Weijun retired from the Beijing Geological Survey Center (now Beijing Institute of Geological Disaster Prevention and Control) in March 1990. When it comes to his comrades, Zhai Weijun feels an indescribable bitterness in his heart. When it comes to himself, the old man is very open-minded: "I was even held a memorial service." During a battle, he fell behind due to injuries and lost contact with the troops. Everyone thought he had sacrificed, so they held a memorial service for him. Twenty years later, when I met my old comrades, they were pleasantly surprised and asked, 'How did you come back to life?' Zhai Weijun said, 'Actually, it's not that I was lucky, but those sacrificed comrades who gave me the opportunity to live. I can't forget them.' His gaze swept over the roster, and Zhai Weijun felt a little sad: 'The good days today are not easy.' On the wall of his home, there were eight big characters he personally wrote, 'Don't forget your original aspiration and keep your mission in mind.'. Crossing through the flames and smoke of war, enduring life and death tests, this is the most simple adherence to faith for an old soldier. (New Society)