friday, november 17 rain

the door into the canteen, choke back hunger, we would like to stop, a neat row of the team, sang song, resonant voice, singing as waves for a while than for a while, better than consecutive day, all morale, singing singing, it never send me, can not help but like to play a simple melody songs , in love with the language of the barracks in particular. he sang, i think he is one of the glorious fighters.

saturday, november 18 rain

strong but not forgotten with the end of military life, sitting in a comfortable chair with immense, not think in the days of military training, military training follow in the footsteps of every step footprints are deeply printed in the hearts of every individual, three days ahead on the calendar left an extraordinary colors. know how much rain we fought shiver, at the foot of the road that we left a number of sweat.

1,2,3,4 password pierced the quiet sounds of the sky, the impact of our young hearts.

through the training days of joy and laughter hide bitter exertion. it is like the beauty of music, let us intention to be singing and experience.