At that moment, I understood that I had turned a new page, officially becoming a student, also the school I had always dreamed of since childhood. And from today, this uniform will accompany me through the years of studying and training with pride, responsibility and aspiration to contribute.

Cadets of Army Officer School 1 march in formation on the opening day. Photo: qdnd.vn

Receiving the uniform, the whole platoon was filled with emotions. Duc, a friend who loves the arts, was moved to tears as soon as he put it on. He said it was his dream since childhood, to follow his father's career. Thanh, a cheerful person, looked in the mirror and laughed out loud: "When I put it on, I feel so mature. If I had a girlfriend here, I would fall in love with her!" Looking at my friends, I could clearly feel the pride in their eyes. Platoon leader Khanh Duy gave us detailed instructions: from how to button the shirt, close the shoulder straps, wear the collar to wear the hat properly. Many of us were still confused, some felt hot, some felt constrained. But when looking at ourselves in the mirror, everyone smiled proudly. One friend exclaimed: "I suddenly feel more responsible for myself, my family and my country."

Quang Huy, a quiet boy, said that on his first day at school, looking at the seniors in their majestic military uniforms, he dreamed of standing in their ranks. Now, his dream has come true. Huy said: "I hope to adapt soon, try to study and practice so as not to disappoint my parents and my own choice."

As for me, today's emotions are joy mixed with emotion and deep gratitude. I remember my grandfather - a soldier who fought during the arduous years. I remember the stories he told, his voice hoarse over the years, but his eyes always burning with faith. I think of my parents - the cadres and lecturers who are tirelessly dedicating themselves to the cause of training cadres and officers at the school. Today, I am honored to wear the same uniform that my grandfather and parents once kept as a treasure. My heart is pounding, telling myself that I will live up to the family's trust and the school's tradition.

The uniform is no longer just a simple outfit, but a symbol of discipline, loyalty, and resilience - the values ​​I saw in my parents' eyes. I remember the times I followed my mother to school, and my father to the training ground - where the sound of footsteps and the echoing commands were deeply imprinted in my childhood mind. All of these have become a reality for the new students of the 93rd class, ready to embark on their journey of learning and training.

The national anthem was played during the opening ceremony. I stood at attention among the ranks of the 93rd class. My father sat in the delegate seats, his eyes solemn but full of love. My mother nodded slightly as a silent encouragement. At that moment, I felt the military uniform on my shoulders was heavier, not because of the material but because of the responsibility, the belief and the ideal I had chosen.

Today's opening day opens a new journey, marking my maturity in my military career. I am following the sacred historical flow that 3 generations of my family have been, are and will be attached to the Vietnam People's Army, as the song resounds: "The previous generation of fathers, the next generation of children/ Have become comrades in the same marching song".

NGUYEN DUY TIEN DUNG, (Army Officer School 1)

    Source: https://www.qdnd.vn/van-hoa/van-hoc-nghe-thuat/lan-dau-khoac-len-minh-bo-quan-phuc-mau-xanh-847964