Riverside Police.

Chapter 1347 Veteran’s Funeral (Part )
Linghai Funeral Home has several mourning halls, and Xiaoyu's family booked the largest one.

With the help of funeral home staff, Xu Mingyuan, Ma Jintao, Zhang Erxiao and others hung up Lao Qian's portrait, placed a circle of flowers beside the body, and arranged the wreaths sent by various units. The memorial service and farewell ceremony officially began.

Li Weiguo is not as talented as Wu Guoqun, but he is also a literature lover and likes to write poetry.

Although it was a rush today, he still prepared a doggerel. Holding the draft he wrote at Xiaoyu's house, he choked up and read: "When the whole country was celebrating the Olympics, we suddenly heard the sad news that Youfu had passed away. The mountains and rivers bowed their heads and the stars were dim. Looking back, Youfu was in his prime, joined the army to fight against the US and aid Korea, and bravely killed the enemy to defend his country. After retiring from the army, he returned to the countryside to build his hometown, and lived a kind, hardworking and simple life.

He built a family and a career without hesitation, lived in unity and harmony, respected his parents, and gave his all to help the poor and needy. He treated people sincerely without saying sweet words, worked hard and was praised by everyone, raised a daughter, trained a son-in-law and taught his grandchildren well... I can't express my sorrow in words, I just hope you rest in peace in heaven! "

This doggerel is not well-written, but it encompasses Lao Qian's life.

As everyone was sighing, Zhang Junyan, who presided over the farewell ceremony, choked up and said: "Thank you, Mr. Li, for your evaluation of Comrade Qian Youfu. Dear leaders, relatives and friends, please allow Comrade Han Yu, Director of the Donghai Maritime Public Security Bureau, to deliver a eulogy."

Han Yu calmed down, took out the eulogy written by Li Jiao, and walked to the podium on the left side of the portrait. But after thinking about it, he put down the manuscript and held the microphone and said: "Dear leaders, relatives and friends, Uncle Qian was not only my former colleague, but also an elder who watched me grow up. Until today, I still can't forget the days when he cooked fish soup for me every day when I was still a child, hoping that I would grow taller.

At that time, there were few people in the institute. My master and Li Jiao both had families and would go home after work if they were not on duty. There were only three people left in the institute: Uncle Qian, Xiaoyu and I. Uncle Qian took care of us like a family member, cooking for us, taking us fishing, and teaching Xiaoyu to read and write.

At that time, we were curious about everything and couldn't help looking through Uncle Qian's things. Uncle Qian had a diary, and Xiaoyu and I didn't know how many times we had read it. Uncle Qian didn't get angry when he found out, and he told us about his time in the army.

Xiaoyu was crying inconsolably. Xu Mingyuan and Ma Jintao supported him, fearing that he would faint.

Han Yu wiped away tears, took a few deep breaths, calmed down a little, and continued: "I remember a lot of the contents of the diary clearly. On November 1950, 11, Uncle Qian celebrated his 27th birthday four days early because he was going to the battlefield at noon that day. He hurriedly ate a bowl of "longevity noodles", said goodbye to his mother and sister as usual when he went to work in the town, and went to the assembly point alone with his luggage.

He wrote in his diary that day, "When we parted, he looked around frequently, with a feeling of a general going on a southern expedition." I once asked him, when he joined the army without hesitation, did he ever think about what would happen to his mother and sister at home if he died? He answered with Lin Zexu's famous saying: "If it is beneficial to the country, life and death are not to be avoided because of misfortune or fortune." I didn't quite understand it at the time, but later I realized that this is the spiritual temperament of Chinese intellectuals, and it has been passed down for thousands of years!"

If Han Yu hadn't said this, the leaders and relatives present would hardly have remembered that Lao Qian had attended junior high school before the founding of New China and was a genuine intellectual at the time. It was just that he was not promoted after returning from the army because his family background was not that of a poor peasant.

"Uncle Qian was appointed as a clerk in the third squadron of the second battalion of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army Highway Engineering Corps after he joined the army because he was educated. This unit was established on November 1950, 11, the day before Uncle Qian set out. More than two months later, on February 26, 1951, the Logistics Department of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army renamed it the Chinese People's Volunteer Army Highway Engineering Battalion, and it was uniformly supplied according to the field army organization."

Han Yu looked at the speech written by Li Jiao and continued: "It is not difficult to see from Uncle Qian's diary how urgent the situation was at the time. Unlike other well-organized combat troops, their temporary team was mostly composed of technical cadres and workers in the transportation system. They were seriously short of supplies, had incomplete personnel, had no combat experience, and were in very difficult conditions.

Uncle Qian believed that one should love what he did, so he learned from the technical cadres of the army while marching. By December 12 and 7 before the battle, he had learned the business knowledge that engineering and technical personnel took several years to learn, and was able to assist the squadron leader in carefully planning how to build roads through mountains and bridges across rivers, from detonators and explosives to shovels and pickaxes...

Because the troops were temporarily formed and there was no quartermaster, the squadron's food and equipment were also under the charge of him as a clerk. What he left us was more like an account book than a diary. He kept a clear record of which tools were distributed by the superiors, how many tools the team purchased, and how much money was spent on food every day. He also carefully calculated how much money was spent and how much food was consumed every day.

They calculated carefully and braved the cold and hunger with high morale, singing war songs all the way to the Yalu River. On the afternoon of December 1950, 12, their squadron crossed the frozen Yalu River as the advance force.

I don't know if the scene of them crossing the river was "heroic and high-spirited", I only know that the diary recorded that he carried measuring tools and dry food when crossing the river. I also don't know whether they walked on the glacier or the bridge. I didn't understand anything before, and I didn't ask him in detail. Now I can't ask him even if I want to."

Yu Xiangqian felt more apologetic than Han Yu. When he was at the Lao Yanjiang Police Station, he only treated Lao Qian as a retired employee who cooked. He never thought that Lao Qian was a veteran who participated in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and he never asked about Lao Qian's time in the army.

Secretary Qian was filled with emotion. He subconsciously looked back and confirmed that the armed forces officer was holding a small camera to film, then looked at Han Yu again.

"On the header of the diary that day, Uncle Qian only wrote five words: 'Front Station Crossing the River'. His handwriting was uncharacteristically sloppy. I guess he must have been exhausted."

Han Yu looked at the manuscript and choked up as he said, "After crossing the river is the battlefield. On the first day of entering North Korea, Uncle Qian was involved in the repair battle. In his diary on December 12, he wrote, 'The Myohyangsan Floating Bridge is not wide enough', and 'The Xinxingdong Bridge was blown into two sections'.

On November 1950, 11, the third day after entering North Korea, Uncle Qian made a plan in his diary: "The project is mainly to open up the mountain. First, we need to overcome the sharp bends, widen the sight distance, maintain the width and the many cliffs. The second step is to avoid the car hole..."

How long should a road be built, how wide should a road be widened, how many tons of explosives are needed, what difficulties are there in surveying, how to ensure safety... From Uncle Qian's diary, we can see that although he was not a cadre, the work he did was no different from that of the commander of the Volunteer Army. "

Yu Xiangqian said with emotion: "At that time, few people could read, and a clerk in the army was equivalent to half a cadre."

Secretary Qian agreed: "Yes, if it were another unit, he might have been promoted long ago."

"Uncle Qian was mainly responsible for surveying, designing, and constructing during the Korean War, and he assisted the instructor in the squadron's logistics. Although he never saw the enemy face to face, he had brushed shoulders with death many times."

Han Yu wiped away tears again, looked at the body of Old Qian lying among the flowers and said: "Once when we were building a road, we were bombed by enemy planes. The troops hid in a cave. The enemy planes strafed the cave. A bullet hit the cave wall and bounced back. A soldier pushed Uncle Qian away but sacrificed his young life. This incident became Uncle Qian's eternal pain.

One winter, the mountains were covered with snow. Uncle Qian's squadron received an emergency repair order overnight. To prevent the enemy from finding them, they could not turn on the lights. The road was slippery and the car overturned... Uncle Qian was injured and another comrade died.

In the summer of 1951, they were sleeping at a fellow Korean family's home when enemy planes suddenly attacked. Taking advantage of the fact that we had no anti-aircraft guns, they flew very low, so low that Uncle Qian, who was lying on the kang, could see the pilot's eyes through the propped-up window. A burst of bullets was fired, and there was no time to dodge. His comrades on the left and right were shot dead, and he was lucky to survive.

Building a bridge requires logs, but transporting logs is difficult and dangerous. The enemy used their absolute air superiority to not only bombard the bridge, but also block the river with fire. When the log rafts were first transported, there were heavy losses, not only were the rafts destroyed, but there were also casualties.

Uncle Qian thought quickly and changed his tactics. He took the soldiers who could swim to hide under the raft, or broke the raft into small pieces to confuse the enemy into thinking it was ownerless driftwood. He then successfully rafted 70 miles on the Yeseong River in Korea, completing the urgent bridge repair task on the transportation line in time. Uncle Qian was therefore awarded a great prize.

In early 1952, the troops had advanced to the south of the th parallel. They were intertwined with the enemy and could even hear each other talking when it was quiet. The enemy was so close that his hands, which were used to holding pens, rulers, instruments, steel chisels and pickaxes, picked up guns. He fought and retreated at the same time and was almost surrounded several times. The first sentence he wrote in his diary after retreating with the troops was "I almost couldn't come back"..."

After Han Yu finished talking about Lao Qian's participation in the Korean War, he also talked about how Lao Qian took care of himself and Xiaoyu at the Lao Yanjiang Police Station.

Han Xiangning cried, Yuzhen cried.

Yu Xiangqian, Lao Zhang, Zhang Junyan, Jiang Xiaojun and others all shed tears, and Xiaoyu's parents cried like tearful people.

Comrade Wu was so moved that he could not contain himself. He asked the funeral home staff for pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a poem on the spot:
He put down his pen and joined the battlefield, and his ambition was high in the engineering camp.

The enemy planes dropped bombs and the bridge was dangerous to build; the heavy snow blocked the mountains and made it difficult to build the road.

A man of iron and blood fears no death, and a steel warrior never complains about injuries.

The whole family celebrates by hanging a banner, and the younger generation of heroes share the medals!
Xiaoyu accepted the calligraphy from Comrade Lao Wu on behalf of the whole family, and then went on stage to express his gratitude.

Then, Zhang Junyan led everyone to bow once, twice, and three times! Then Director Yu and Secretary Qian led everyone to line up and walk around the body of Old Qian, to pay their last respects to Old Qian's remains.