Summer has arrived as promised. On weekends, I open my suitcase and organize my summer clothes. At the top of the clothes, I saw a carefully stored red box. Carefully picking it up and opening it, I remembered a passage from the past. My father is a veteran who served in a certain unit of the Armed Police Force. I remember from a young age that there was a large wooden box with a lock on top of the wardrobe in my old house, which was almost never opened. One spring, I pestered my father to move it down and see what happened. Inside the box, an old military uniform was covered with a thick stack of photo albums. Under the album, there is a small wooden box in vermilion paint. I couldn't wait to open this red box, thinking there might be some treasure, but an inconspicuous medal fell to the ground. My father carefully picked it up and told me that it was the third class merit medal he received while serving in the army. At that time, I didn't know what a third class merit was. I looked at my father with a puzzled expression and said, "Dad, how much is this' third class merit 'worth?" My father said seriously, "This is the glory of being a soldier, which cannot be measured in money." Behind the medal was my father's glory: he joined the army thousands of miles away from home, became a class monitor in the first year, joined the party in the second year, and performed meritorious deeds in the third year... I opened the photo album that witnessed his military time, His chatterbox cannot be stopped. When I was in the army, my military training performance was ranked among the top in the company. Especially in shooting, I fired 50 rounds from 5 rounds in a row! If it weren't for your grandfather's poor health back then, I wouldn't have... "Every time I said this, my father's eyes were filled with regret. I know that we cannot continue to write about the glory of the military and make him regret for life. The mysterious red box can hold a small military medal, but it cannot hold the true colors of veterans and their attachment to military life. My father's red box was only opened once, but it was that time that made me secretly set a goal in my heart: I also want to win the military medal! In September 2016, I realized my dream of joining the military. In my third year of enlistment, I became a diver in a certain unit of the Armed Police Force, and my position was transferred from land to underwater. The fear brought by the darkness in the depths of the river quickly replaced my initial curiosity, like a high wall that made me dare not face or climb. In the following months, as soon as I arrived for training in Xiajiang, I would find various reasons to evade. During a call, my father recognized my fear of difficulty. After understanding the situation, my father slowly said to me, "Son, organizing the selection of you as a diver is to help you stand up when the people need you. A little darkness stops you from moving forward?" My father's words suddenly reminded me of the red box - daring to set great ambitions, daring to dive deep into the river. Welcome the dawn, we must break through the darkness before dawn! Diver 1 has arrived at the mission area, requesting power on! "Under the dim water, I saw the faint light generated by the burning of the cutting strip and steel plate, as well as the dazzling light emitted by the red box. Afterwards, I continuously challenged myself and broke through my limits, successfully completing important tasks multiple times, achieving third class merit twice, and receiving honors such as "Top Ten Strong Army Pacesetters of the Corps", "Excellent Communist Party Member", and "Four Haves" Outstanding Soldier. In 2021, I entered the Armed Police Officer Academy as an outstanding soldier to study. Before leaving, my father rushed to the unit and solemnly took his precious red box