The spring breeze brushed the red flowers on the chest of the veteran, and the sound of "Camel Bell" rang again in the military camp. In the blink of an eye, it was also the season of discharge. Some comrades take off their military uniforms and embark on the journey back home; Some comrades bid farewell to the veterans and continue to pursue their dreams in the military. In this issue of "Military Affairs", we will select the experiences of two soldiers, from which we can experience the unique gathering and dispersion of the hot military camp, and appreciate the deep affection of our precious comrades. ——The editor turned around and the charge horn sounded. Every morning, Chen Shiyou, a private in a certain regiment of the Xinjiang Military Region, would always sound the loud military horn in the barracks on time. In a few days, I will bid farewell to the military camp. Listening to the sound of military horns, my heart is filled with reluctance because I am a conductor. In 2019, the entire army resumed the numbering system, and soldier Duojie became the first commander of the platoon. When I joined the company, he was about to retire and the company was looking for candidates for the next conductor. As my major before enlisting was related to music, this job fell on me. During the time before leaving the team, Dorje provided me with one-on-one tutoring. At first, I didn't pay much attention to this job because in my opinion, the melody of the military horn was too simple and blowing it back and forth was not very interesting, until a drill changed my mind. At that time, the superior organized a combat readiness pull drill, and in order to verify the training results of the signal officers of each unit, the assessment team temporarily decided to have the signal officers sound the "emergency muster signal". The urgent horn sounded, and everyone quickly collected weapons, started vehicles, and loaded supplies. Everything was tense and orderly, and the entire journey took nearly half a minute faster than before. I stood in the queue, watching Dorje stand in front of the company gate under the morning light, feeling him and the military horn shining brightly. At that moment, a sense of divinity surged in my heart. After truly starting to practice playing seriously, I realized that becoming a qualified conductor is not easy. In the first introductory lesson, I was dragged onto the playground by Duojie. "Whether the military horn plays or not depends on lung capacity." Dorje didn't directly teach me playing techniques, but instead helped me practice my physical fitness. "Is it necessary to do this?" I muttered softly as I walked onto the track. After persisting in training for a period of time, I found that I was indeed more energized and the sound of playing the horn became louder. One day before dinner, everyone lined up in front of the dormitory building, waiting for the horn to sound. For some unknown reason, Dorje did not appear for a long time. The platoon leader's gaze turned and he looked at me, saying, "Xiao Chen, come and play this time!" It was the first time I had sounded the military horn on a formal occasion. Facing the gaze of my comrades, the scorching sun above my head, and the military horn just reached my lips, I was already sweating profusely. As the first string of notes on the "meal call" sounded, my hanging heart finally fell to the ground. But somehow, that scene suddenly came to my mind - on a sunny morning, Dorje sounded the emergency call. After playing a song, my thoughts flashed back, and a powerful hand patted my shoulder. Turning his head, Dorje stood behind me at some point. He shook the military horn in his hand and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen, you can start!" After that day, I played the horn more and more times. Every time I played, Dorje stood quietly in the distance, looking proud. The day of Dorje's official retirement has arrived. Before departure,