“Your shoulder carries a beautiful star-mounted gun.
Walking in the ranks of marching troops looks fast.
We soldiers we love you very much.
Guns are firmly in your hand to keep the peace "

The lyrics of the song reminded me of the image of the army uncle that I met by chance during my visit to my hometown. My uncle, Tuan, is someone I just met, but I have a deep impression.

On the occasion of summer vacation, my parents allowed me to visit my mother's hometown in Ha Tinh. As soon as I arrived at my dear hometown, I met the green color of Uncle Tuan's military uniform. You are the son of Mrs. Nam - my mother's neighbor. He took advantage of a two-day leave to visit his family. The first impression when I saw him was the tall, muscular build with solid muscles that appeared under the short sleeves of the young man about twenty-five, twenty-six years old. His back was straight like a pine tree trunk. He wore a very majestic blue uniform. A hard hat with a red and yellow flag symbol hugs half of his high forehead and neatly trimmed black hair. His face is angular, his chin a bit thin, and his dark complexion has resulted from many days of outdoor exercise. His eyes were black and bright, sparkling with the stubbornness of a soldier. The smile is especially warm and friendly.

He wore a backpack of big toads on his shoulder, but his shoulders did not sag, stubbornly. He smiled to greet both my parents and the neighbors around. From the first impression, everyone sympathized with Uncle Tuan. Two days later, I often come to my uncle's house to play, curiously ask him all sorts of things in the army. He was not annoyed by being asked a lot, but happily told all the funny stories and good things he learned in the army. His actions and words were clear and clear, clearly showing the morale of the soldier. The gardener is also very good at it, he's big and strong hands are both proficient in raking the soil and watering vegetables. He said these are all things he learned when he joined the army and was trained.

In the afternoon sun, I sat listening to him tell every word, every story. He rolled up his sleeves, his hands were spat on his neck, his mouth still didn't forget to tell the story. Not only that, two days off in the countryside, he also went to the surrounding houses to see if anyone had anything that needed repairing. If Mr. Tuan was willing to help, he could fix the light bulb for many families in the village. He is amiable, friendly, and skillful. The villagers soon knew the name of Mrs. Nam's young soldier uncle who was enthusiastic, kind, a good song, and an exemplary soldier. His parents were endlessly happy and proud of the relatives' praise for their son. At those times, Uncle Tuan smiled modestly.

Time quickly passed, two short days of rest ended. Uncle Tuan followed the unit's instructions so he had to return to the army. Before he left, he stood upright, raised his hand in a military greeting to everyone, and carried a large bag with a small bag to the car.

Until today, the image of him quickly climbing in the car is still bold in my mind. Although I just met, I have given you lots of advice and meaningful attention. I have recorded in me the deep and meaningful impressions about the future army class, the people who know dedication, sacrifice, love, and selflessness.

My uncle Quan is a tank army, belonging to the Armored Corps. You are an excellent gunner of a five-man tank team. Every vacation, I visit my family. Uncle Quan was twenty-four years old, a young and energetic soldier. I joined the army at the age of eighteen, and out of love for the Armored Corps, I volunteered for life with the color of the tank soldier's jersey. Uncle Quan is taller than my father, his uncle is muscular, well-proportioned, and in good shape. His skin is tanned, a healthy rose-brown complexion. His hair was black, curly, and curled up close to the back of his neck like a noble boy. His wavy hair makes him seem like a soldier's romantic: passionate heart and temperament today, tomorrow. Uncle Quan has a full face, high and wide forehead. His big eyebrows, spreading lightly to the end of his eyes, made his sharp eyes soft. Uncle Quan usually wears a moss green military uniform, a helmet covered with cloth of the same color, in front of the hat is a yellow star on a red background. Looking in a military uniform, his broad chest swelled under the soldier's coat. His limbs are big, solid, and his muscles are well-formed. Every vacation, I only stay at my house for one day. Dad and I happily talked about all kinds of things, then I took my backpack to visit papa. A hometown with a wide river, windy fields kept him for the rest of his time off. On the day of paying my leave, I dropped by my house, holding a gift from my paternal grandmother to send to my family and my teammates. After completing the task of delivering gifts, Uncle Quan sang happily: "Five brothers in a tank ..." then greeted his parents, rubbing his head and said: "Study well!". I returned to the unit to leave in my soul the story of soldiers strongly increasing with affection. My uncle is gentle, funny and loves his soldier career. I really love Uncle Quan. With uncle, my family's little house is busy and full of laughter. The stories he tells are very interesting, interesting, and not boring. I was opened to more knowledge and affection for my uncle to be closer and more intimate. Uncle Quan planted in my heart love for tank soldiers in particular and Uncle Ho soldiers in general.