One Ladder, Holding Up a Company's Cohesion and Centripetal Force (凝聚力与向心力)
That day, Staff Officer Liu from the Propaganda Section of a certain brigade under the 80th Group Army went to a certain battalion's command support company to confirm matters related to publicizing the company's advanced model deeds. The moment he stepped through the battalion gate, he felt a bit "dizzy" — the garrison area was a scene of bustling activity: on one side, officers and soldiers were repairing barracks fixtures, their tools clanging away; on the other side, soldiers were removing rust from bed frames, their camouflage uniforms smeared with white paint… The dormitory building was strewn with all manner of tools, leaving no place to step. Staff Officer Liu carefully picked his way around the various "obstacles" and entered the barracks. The noise was so loud that he had to raise his voice: "Political Instructor Li! Is Political Instructor Li here?"
"Who's looking for me?" A face covered in white suddenly popped out from beside the door frame, giving Staff Officer Liu a start. Looking more carefully, he saw that the one who had answered was indeed Political Instructor Li, who was standing on a ladder painting the wall. He was gripping a paint roller, his hair dusted with wall plaster, his clothes spotted with grime, and his face was a sight to behold — white lime and sweat mixed together, as if he were "wearing a face mask."
Staff Officer Liu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How did you end up like this?" "The company is small and short-staffed — when there's work to be done, everyone has to pitch in." Political Instructor Li wiped his face and climbed down from the ladder.
Before long, the two finished coordinating their work. After seeing the other man off, Political Instructor Li nimbly climbed back up the ladder and resumed painting the wall — over this period, he had grown quite accustomed to this kind of "work at height."
Previously, with field garrison training (野外驻训) coming up soon and an opportunity to "air out" the barracks, the company had decided to carry out a concentrated overhaul of the barracks facilities. But equipment maintenance work was also underway at the same time. The company had a small headcount and a large amount of equipment; it had to complete tasks including equipment inspection and repair, materiel inventory, and gear organization, while also renovating the barracks before the garrison training deployment. The pressure was considerable.
Upon hearing the news, some officers and soldiers began to grumble: "We're run ragged during the day, and now we have to overhaul the barracks at night — this is harder than garrison training itself"; "Big mess, not enough hands — leadership has grand ideas, but it's still us who suffer"… However, on the very evening that the barracks overhaul officially got underway, Political Instructor Li dissolved these negative sentiments through his actions.
At the time, Second-Class Staff Sergeant Shang Liang walked into the club carrying cleaning tools, ready to begin sweeping. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Political Instructor Li standing on a ladder with a paint roller in hand; the ceiling above his head was nearly finished. Shang Liang hurried over and reached out to take the roller: "Instructor, let me have that — we'll take care of it." But Political Instructor Li replied: "No need. When there are few people, lots of work, and little time, everyone who is part of this company has to contribute."
Watching Political Instructor Li swaying about on the ladder to dodge his reach, Shang Liang quickly withdrew his hand. He picked up his tools, moved to the other side, and began sweeping — working and thinking at the same time: it's the first day, the instructor is probably just here to "set an example" (打个样); with so many routine duties, surely he won't come back tomorrow.
However, early the next morning, after deploying the company's various tasks, Political Instructor Li once again threw himself into the barracks overhaul. In the days that followed, he was almost always climbing up and down, taking part in the dirty and heavy work of painting walls and repairing equipment. When someone came looking for him, the answer they most often got was: "The instructor is up on the ladder."
At first, working alongside Political Instructor Li, the officers and soldiers were somewhat reserved. But as the clanging of tools and the scraping of rollers filled the air, everyone gradually opened up. Worries and confusions that they had been too embarrassed to raise in ordinary times came spilling out, carried along by the warmth of working together. Political Instructor Li listened while he worked, chiming in from time to time, and everyone worked with more and more energy.
Through the collective effort of the entire company, the barracks changed by the day: sanitation blind spots (卫生死角) were thoroughly cleaned out, damaged facilities were repaired, and the suspended ceiling wiring in the club was completely renewed.
Recently, the barracks overhaul was successfully completed, and the company's officers and soldiers broke camp on schedule and set out for the garrison training site. In the freshly painted barracks, the ladder that had been so heavily "relied upon" by Political Instructor Li during this period has been put away in the tool room — but the image of him swaying back and forth on that ladder remains in the hearts of the soldiers.