"Wen ha! (Asking)" A Sichuan accent interrupted my comrades' torment of me in the moonlight: "Comrade, may I ask which is the 2nd Company of the 3rd Battalion, 353rd Regiment?"
Silence fell outside the bunker. After a long while, the old sergeant nodded and said, "It's here. Who are you looking for?"
"It's here!" The one with the Sichuan accent didn't answer, but shouted in another direction, "Hey, it's here, it's here..."
Suddenly, about a hundred people surrounded me in the moonlight. The leader saluted the old sergeant and called out, "Reporting, Company Commander, we are new recruits reporting for duty. There are a hundred of us, no more, no less!"
"New recruits?" Zhao Yongxin looked them over, then plopped down on a rock like a wilted cabbage, taking off his hat and scratching his
