On the night of July 24th, the only ones who returned to the tent to rest were Tom and Wei Ran, who had injured their buttocks. As for Randy, he was undoubtedly called away by Marshall to share the spoils.
"Marshall and Randy, these two bastards! They should go to hell!" Tom, who was lying on the bed, cursed angrily while Wei Ran was helping him change the dressing on the wound on his butt.
"Do you still want to save the Japanese woman captured by Marshall?"
Wei Ran smiled and joked, "Maybe if you rescue that woman, she will go to hell. I don't know how many people here are willing to share the spoils."
"I don't have that kind of idiotic idea"
Pastor Tom shook his head regretfully, "I'm angry that those two bastards Marshall and Randy only invited you and not me. What I don't understand even more is that you bastard actually refused."
"I just feel dirty"
Wei Ran turned the surgical scissors in his hand and patted the tattoo on Tom's butt. While changing his dressing, he joked, "It's you, even if you're not worried about your wound collapsing, aren't you afraid that your Ms. Laura will know?"
"How would she know?" Pastor Tom said in a rather boastful manner, "My Laura is an artist! She helped me get those tattoos with her own hands."
"A tattoo artist?"
"sculpture"
Tom proudly said, "Many churches in Hawaii have purchased her sculptures, ranging from the Virgin Mary, Jesus, and angels. These religious sculptures are what she is best at."
"You two are really a perfect match." Wei Ran shook his head and helped the other party re-bandage the wound on his butt.
"We also have a son"
Tom struggled to get up and said, "He will be 7 years old soon, and his birthday is on Christmas Day."
"You're willing to join the army?" Wei Ran responded as he packed away the medical equipment and the dressings he had changed.
“Soldiers on the battlefield need God’s forgiveness more, don’t they?”
Tom put on his pants with difficulty, "Compared to what the Japanese did at Pearl Harbor, our soldiers would not treat them excessively no matter how they were treated on the battlefield. But they will always feel uneasy because of what they did, so they are more
It’s up to God to forgive them.”
"You are God's man, whatever you say makes sense." Wei Ran said, handing a kettle filled with beer to Tom, "I'm going out for a walk."
"Are you going to find Marshall and the others?" Tom looked blankly at Wei Ran, who had almost reached the tent door, "This bastard, I was so moved that you were willing to stay with me just now!"
"I'm not in the mood to disturb Marshall and the others. I'm going to find Nurse Jenny and enjoy the moonlight together."
Wei Ran deliberately left a lie that was enough to irritate Pastor Tom, picked up another kettle that had been placed on the bedside in advance, simply opened the tent door and walked out.
Naturally, he was not looking for Nurse Jenny, nor was he looking for Marshall and Randy who were hiding somewhere. Instead, he got into the tents where the wounded were lying, trying to find any injured war reporters inside.
Can you exchange the full bottle of beer you prepared in advance for a camera?
However, it took more than an hour to walk around, and he couldn't find the injured war reporter or the idle camera. Instead, he met the military policeman who had had natto poured on his head.
"Lieutenant Victor"
The military policeman saluted solemnly, and after Wei Ran returned the salute perfunctorily, he said, "Second Lieutenant, Second Lieutenant Sean wants to talk to you."
"Second Lieutenant Sean?" Wei Ran looked at him blankly, "Which Second Lieutenant Sean?"
The military policeman lowered his voice slightly and said, "Our captain."
"Where to go?" Wei Ran asked simply.
"Over there" the military policeman raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the beach, "next to the dining car."
"Lead the way"
Although Wei Ran didn't know why the military police captain who seemed to have framed him wanted to ask for a meeting, it was not a bad thing. At least it would let him know who was setting him up behind the scenes.
Under the leadership of the military policeman, Wei Ran slowly walked to the edge of a dining car, and at the former's signal, he boarded the cab of a truck.
In the dim cab, there was a uniformed soldier sitting in the main driver's seat, but because of the dim light, Wei Ran couldn't see his face clearly.
"I am Sean, and you are the veterinarian Victor?" The soldier handed Wei a cigarette while speaking, and then took the initiative to light the lighter in his hand.
With the help of the small yellow flame of the lighter, Wei Ran could barely see the other person's appearance. The most obvious feature of this face was the nostrils that were still stuffed with cotton balls.
"Don't be so surprised, it was that bastard Marshall who hit him." As the soldier named Sean spoke, he put the lighter in front of Wei Ran.
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran finally took the cigarette from the other person's hand, leaned close to the flame of the lighter and took a puff. But then, he coughed and opened the door and threw out the cigarette that had just been lit.
"Marijuana?" Wei Ran asked with an unkind expression. Although he had never smoked this substance, he had smelled the unique and strange smell when it burned during the course at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
"I thought you would like it"
Sean looked at the cigarette that Wei Ran had thrown away with a painful look on his face, and finally pushed open the door and walked around to the passenger side, picked up the cigarette that Wei Ran had just thrown away, put it into his mouth and took a long puff.
"Second Lieutenant Xiaonian, you didn't invite me here just to let me watch you perform smoking marijuana, right?" Wei Ran asked, holding the open car door with his feet.
"of course not"
Sean leaned on the tire of the dining car next to him and said while puffing, "I only want to see you for two things. Victor, it was indeed my order to send you from the operating room to the front line yesterday. The reason
It's exactly what you heard, because you saved the black soldiers."
"So?" Wei Ran asked in a cold tone.
"No, I just want to tell you that this incident has nothing to do with Marshall. The next thing is the second incident in the rumor."
Sean took a deep puff of his cigarette, "Marshall didn't come to me to apologize. The person he replaced was not my brother. I don't have a brother at all. He even came to me after I brought you to the front line."
What happened before."
"What on earth do you want to say?" Wei Ran became more and more confused.
"Me and that bastard Marshall came from the same high school, even the same gang."
After a moment of hesitation, Sean continued to explain, "On Saipan, all his teammates died, and one of them, a good friend that he and I both knew, was... used as food by the rats in the forest." Marshall said
When we found him, both of his thighs had been eaten away."
In the swirling smoke, Wei Ran had already made a vague guess. However, he did not say anything, but waited patiently for the other party to continue speaking.
"Later, with the help of me and some friends, he came to Guam from Saipan. We just wanted him to leave that nightmare place, but he wanted to drive a fire-breathing tank to avenge his teammates."
At this point, Sean sighed, "This was the beginning of our differences. For his safety, I found a way to arrange for him to continue driving the bulldozer in the engineer camp."
"In that case, why did he drive a fire-breathing tank again?" Wei Ran asked in a calm tone, "Just because he broke your nose?"
"Did you notice the military policeman who just sent you here?"
Sean flicked the cigarette butt away, "That bastard Marshall broke my nose just because I didn't agree to help him get the opportunity to drive a fire-breathing tank.
But the idiot who just sent you here, his brother is the fire tank driver, and that bastard went to him to apologize and make a deal. Lieutenant Victor, I am telling you this just because I don’t want you to misunderstand Marshall.
"
"Why me?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.
"That bastard Marshall was a white supremacist like me before D-Day, and even before he joined the Army..."
"Killed a black man?"
Hearing this, Sean was stunned for a moment, then nodded happily after hesitating for a moment, "I killed him together."
"Keep talking"
"You know what you did on D-Day, but even so, he still regarded you as a friend and even came to me the next day to help get several bottles of Coke."
Sean spread his hands, "I even thought that bastard wanted to mix some poison into the Coke and kill you, but he said he just wanted to apologize to you. This was simply harder for Marshall than convincing him of the existence of God.
So I think this should be explained as soon as possible before rumors lead you to believe that Marshall is taking advantage of you."
"You have already explained this matter clearly." Wei Ran simply jumped out of the cab, "So what if you encourage some wounded people to cause trouble for me?"
"Those are two different things."
Sean took out a bottle of Coke from his pocket and threw it to Wei Ran, "You are Marshall's friend, but you are not my friend. Marshall, that bastard, can accept you abandoning the lives of white people to take advantage of those lowly black people, but it does not represent me."
acceptable."
"What about this?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the Coke bottle in his hand.
"As a thank you for wanting to believe something about Marshall"
After Sean finished speaking, he turned around calmly and walked toward the back of the car, "This conversation between us is over. I will not cause you any trouble again unless you do something that should have saved the lives of white soldiers again."
The folly of taking medicine to save black soldiers.”
"Wait a moment"
Wei Ran stopped Sean, took off the kettle filled with beer from his waist and threw it to the other person, "It is up to the military police to decide who should be saved and who should be given up. That is the doctor's business, but at least these things are shared by doctors and military police.
It’s shareable, so take it and drink it.”
Sean just unscrewed the lid and smelled the unique smell of beer from the foam that came out, "Beer?! Where did you get it?"
"I picked it up on the beach." Wei Ran smiled, "Anyway, thank you for everything you just told me."
"I accepted your gift"
Sean retightened the lid and continued walking out of the shadows while saying, "One last reminder, Captain Victor, you'd better be careful not to let me find out where you stole the beer from."
"Another complete asshole"
Wei Ran looked at Xiao En's back and muttered something dumbfounded. He put the Coke in his pocket as a thank you gift and strolled towards the tent not far from the operating room.
