(ps: Let me tell you a story my grandpa told me, about a wildfire.
In 1987, there was a massive forest fire in Daxinganling. It was the largest forest fire since the founding of New China. As a forest worker, my grandfather was also transferred to put out the fire.
When they set out, they signed a life and death statement. My grandma burst into tears, but my grandpa still resolutely participated in the fire-fighting operation.
At that time, the troops dispatched more than 30,000 soldiers, more than 2,100 forest police, firefighters and professional fire fighters, and 22,700 reserve militiamen, forestry workers and the public!
According to the master, before they reached the fire-fighting area, they saw the sky ahead had turned dark, as if dark clouds were covering the city. It was completely a different world.
Everyone in the car had their eyebrows twisted together at that time. Although they had been mentally prepared when they came, they didn't expect it to be so serious.
When they arrived at the assembly area, a soldier gave each of them a backpack and a shovel, and then assigned them to another truck.
Grandpa said that when they just got off the bus, it was like a dark sky, with heat waves constantly coming from the distance and crackling sounds louder than firecrackers during the New Year.
My grandfather and his colleagues’ job was to dig a firebreak.
A firebreak is an area in a slightly wider area where there are no flammable materials or where flammable materials are made non-combustible.
The task was tight, and he only gave the ten of them three hours to dig a 500-meter firebreak.
But there was no time to say no to them. Grandpa and the others got out of the car, picked up shovels and axes, and began a desperate race against time.
For three hours, no one said a word, and everyone worked as hard as they could to cut down trees and dig firebreaks.
As the fire got closer, the temperature continued to rise, and the entire forest was like a steamer.
Finally, seeing the fire approaching, their team finally completed the firebreak mission.
I have a particularly deep impression of this. When my grandfather told me about this, his eyes were filled with fear. He said that was the closest he had ever been to hell. That kind of intense feeling of oppression could never be understood unless one experienced it personally.
Even when I was pointed at with a gun, I never felt this kind of fear from the bottom of my heart.
Then, just when they all breathed a sigh of relief, a sudden gust of wind blew up, and the fire, which had been weakened and was about to go out, was blown up again by the wind.
Sparks kept blowing to this side of the firebreak, and before long, this side of the firebreak began to catch fire.
Everyone was so scared that they ran away in panic. Even professional firefighters couldn't handle this situation, let alone ordinary forest workers like them.
With the help of the wind, the fire grew bigger and bigger, chasing after my grandpa and the others.
Fortunately, each group had a professional firefighter following them. That person made a prompt decision and asked the master and his men to dig a pit! Dig a deep pit! Bury him!
It was already impossible to run away at that time, so everyone had to listen to him. The shovels in their hands were swinging so hard that they left afterimages. Soon, everyone dug a big hole and jumped in. Finally, they wet their clothes with urine and spread them on their bodies. Finally, the firefighter covered them with soil.
Grandpa didn’t tell me what happened afterwards…
My grandfather cried at that time. It was the first time I saw him cry since I can remember.
Although I have guessed the result, I still hope that the firefighter is doing well now...
Later, I specifically checked the information about the fire. The fire burned for a total of 28 days, the forest area affected was 1.01 million hectares, and 211 people died in the fire..........
The dead are gone, and the living are like this.
May the heaven and the earth be peaceful.)
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