The Thick Stack of Maintenance Notebooks in the Honor Room Is This Radar Station's 'Family Heirloom'
Maintenance Notebooks Bear Witness to Mission Commitment ■ Huang Te, PLA Daily Special Correspondent Deng Dongzhi
For Gong Guilin, a Staff Sergeant Second Class at a radar station of the Western Theater Command Air Force, the thick stack of maintenance notebooks in the honor room is a treasure more precious than any medal.
"These were written by hand by generation after generation of Party member backbone personnel at the radar station, and they are filled with troubleshooting procedures and maintenance insights for all kinds of communication faults." Whenever new soldiers join the unit, Gong Guilin brings them to the bookcase in one corner of the honor room and introduces them to the "family heirloom" that has been passed down at the station for decades.
Gong Guilin pointed to a line of somewhat faded pen writing in one notebook and said: "This was left behind by a veteran Party member before he was discharged. More than 20 years have passed, and the maintenance experience he summarized is still in use today."
Having held his post for more than ten years, Gong Guilin has himself written several maintenance notebooks now among the collection. Running his fingers over the Party member badge on his chest, he said: "I want to pass on my own experience so that those who come after me will stumble into fewer pitfalls and take fewer detours, and can guard the lights of ten thousand homes behind us with more refined skills. This is the mission of a veteran soldier, and even more so the duty of a Party member."
The radar station is located on a plateau at nearly 5,000 meters above sea level, surrounded by continuous mountain ranges, mostly uninhabited areas. In order to inspect the lines running through the mountains, Gong Guilin often spends an entire day trekking outside.
On one occasion, a blizzard struck without warning, and a rockfall severed a line. At the critical moment, the station commander decisively organized a "Party Member Assault Team" and deployed an emergency repair mission.
The mountains were swallowed by the darkness of night. Gong Guilin, as a Party member backbone, stood at the front of the formation and led the team. The group hiked and climbed for several hours before finally locating the break point in a mountain hollow. The optical fiber core is as fine as a hair, and cold-weather gloves made it impossible to perform the delicate splicing operation. Gong Guilin immediately removed his gloves and, in the biting wind, stripped the fiber core with bare hands and made the precise connection. By the time the repair was complete, his fingertips had turned deep red from the cold.
"What is so earth-shattering about line inspection? Cross one more ridge, check one more pole — every footprint on the wind-and-snow road contains the original aspiration (初心) of a Party member." That night, sitting under a desk lamp, Gong Guilin wrote and sketched over a pile of circuit diagrams: "I eliminated a hidden fault today — I need to get it written down right away."
On the position, the rotating radar antenna emitted a low, steady hum. That sound seemed to interweave and fuse with the resounding oaths of the officers and soldiers, together forming the most powerful symphony in this mountain.