On August 10, stretcher bearers Randy and Wei Ran were notified before breakfast and were kicked out of the camp patrol.
Although they were inevitably a little disappointed, both Wei Ran and Randy knew that it was Captain Lewis who was actually protecting them, lest they be implicated because of what Marshall had done.
On the other hand, Will, the black man, not only was not affected, Company Commander Lewis even came forward in person to officially hand over the position of Chaplain of the Engineer Battalion to him.
Although this pastor is a black man, he has won universal respect because of various things that happened in the past, his singing voice and his honest character. After all, as Tom said during his lifetime, black people are also children of God.
Only Wei Ran and Randy were left in the tent, bored and restricted in their activities, the two silently sorted out Tom's belongings and Marshall's things.
There is the blood-stained Bible with two bullets in it, the pistol that Sean left for Marshall, the pistol that belonged to Tom, and the white skull written with shoe polish, Marshall's friend.
, a photo of Greg with his wife Carolyn, and the addresses of Tom's wife and Carolyn.
"What should I write in my letter to them?"
Randy took the letter that Tom and Marshall had written before they had time to send it, and asked a question that Wei Ran didn't know how to answer.
“Or you can send photos.”
Wei Ran, who had been silent for a long time, picked up the camera on the bedside and handed it over, "I took a lot of photos for you before. You can find a way to develop them and send them a photo every once in a while. It should...should last for a while."
It's time..."
"It can only be the"
Randy held the camera in his hand and looked at the wooden board with the bet written on it hanging on the tent and said, "When I was having breakfast just now, I heard from the wounded who came back from the front line that they would soon fight to Guam.
The northernmost point."
"What a pity..." Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh.
"It's a pity that Tom couldn't wait until that day"
Randy picked up the steel helmet on the bedside and buckled it on his face, and said in a dull voice, "I made an appointment with him to go drink with him at the striptease bar opposite his house when we returned to Pearl Harbor after the war.
He also said that he would introduce me to the girl who used to work in his weapons store, and said...sigh..."
"Those who are alive must live. In the past, we lived for ourselves. In the future, we will live for those friends who have not survived." Wei Ran comforted him almost in a whisper, but he couldn't help but think of more people in his mind.
.
"It's exactly what you said"
Randy exhaled forcefully, threw the helmet that had just been buckled on his face under the bed, and asked a question that would never go out of style on the battlefield, "Victor, what are you going to do after the war is over?"
"Maybe I'll be a photographer," Wei Ran replied absently, "What about you?"
"I'm going to be a doctor like you"
Randy gave an unexpected answer, "I've had enough of carrying a stretcher back these days and watching the wounded die in front of me."
"But aren't we talking about what happened after the war?" Wei Ran asked in confusion.
"It's true that it happened after the war ended." Randy rubbed his face vigorously, "But what if another war breaks out someday in the future?"
"Will you still join the army at that time?" Wei Ran's heart sank. After the end of World War II, Sha Laomei joined the war again, but it was the Peninsular War next to China. If Randy really had this idea, it would not be possible in the future.
As an enemy….
"Join the army? I will never join the army again."
Randy gave an answer that made Wei Ran instantly relax, "I'm just worried, no, maybe I should say scared. I'm afraid that one day the war will spread to the United States. If that day comes, if I am a doctor like you,
Even if you are a veterinarian, you can at least save more lives."
"The veterinarian provoked you..." Wei Ran muttered to himself.
"There's no telling what Marshall and Will will do after the war is over."
After Randy finished speaking, he became interested. He sat up and lit a cigarette, puffing out smoke and thinking, "Will will definitely continue to be his music teacher. I just don't know what that bastard Marshall has."
Intend."
"Maybe he will become a gold miner and pick up a gold nugget as big as a hand grenade in a tributary of the Mississippi River." Wei Ran joked with great joy.
"Then when I woke up, I found that Jingnu had stolen my wallet?"
After Randy said this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the gloomy mood accumulated in the past two days became slightly better, "But before that, Marshall will probably stay in prison for a while."
"Because of what happened yesterday?" Wei Ran turned around and asked.
Randy nodded and said worriedly, "Torturing and killing prisoners of war is not a trivial matter. Even if someone speaks for him, I'm afraid he will have to be imprisoned for a while."
"That's not bad," Wei Ran said with a smile, "I guess by the time he comes out of prison, the war will be over."
"I hope so"
Young Randy sighed. After experiencing that unforgettable birthday, he had matured a lot in just two days, but the smile on his face was also much less.
In the idle chat, time seems to move slower than on the dangerous front line.
Near noon, the black man Will brought food to Wei Ran and Randy who were nesting in the tent, and also brought the latest news about Marshall.
"What did you say?" Randy raised his head in surprise, "Marshall will follow these wounded people back?"
Will nodded, "The company commander told me that what he did this time caused a lot of trouble for the battalion commander, so he will be sent to a military court after he returns."
"What will be the consequences?" Randy asked nervously.
Will shook his head, "I don't know, I'm afraid the battalion commander doesn't even know."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Can we go see him now?" Wei Ran asked.
"This is what I want to tell you"
Will opened a bottle of Coke and took a sip, "Mr. Company Commander asked me to remind you two not to have any contact with Marshall before he leaves. Doing so will not only cause trouble for you, but also for Marshall."
"
Hearing this, Randy opened his mouth and finally nodded with difficulty.
During the unbearable wait, time came to the dusk of August 12th in a blink of an eye. The entire camp was filled with music and carnival. Everyone held up Coke or slightly smelly beer to share the joy coming from the front line——
The last position of the nuclear recruitment force was captured, and the "surprise attack operation" related to the Guam campaign came to a successful conclusion.
Of course, this so-called successful ending is probably just the opinion of those generals who have never seen Wei Ran from beginning to end. For the wounded and those who died, this war has cost them too much.
thing.
At the beach landing site where blood was everywhere half a month ago, Wei Ran accompanied Will and Randy and stood in front of Tom's grave. They watched from a distance as Marshall, who had been disarmed, boarded the crawler landing vehicle with a smile.
I watched him salute, wave to everyone, and make the sign of the cross on his chest. Finally, after Wei Ran pressed the shutter on him, it was frozen on the film.
"The war ended on the 12th! Tom testified! The veterinarian Victor won the bet!" Randy suddenly shouted at the top of his voice.
Marshall, who was already standing on the landing vehicle, was stunned. He waved his hands more vigorously and shouted the same loudly, "God bless you! He will definitely bless you! Otherwise, I will drive a bulldozer and demolish his paradise!"
"This bastard..." Wei Ran and the three of them cursed in unison, unable to help but smile.
Until the landing vehicle approached the warship on the sea, Randy also took out a particularly gorgeously decorated pistol from his satchel, "Victor, take it, you won this."
"Did I win?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"After all, you are the only one who guesses the time correctly."
Will, the black man, stroked the steel helmet supported by the Garand rifle in front of Tom's grave, and said with an apologetic tone, "Originally, my bet was on the harmonica, but I didn't expect that you could actually guess the time correctly.
, so I gave it to Randy as a birthday gift. But don’t worry, after the war is over, I will definitely give you a harmonica of the same style."
"Then I'll wait for that day," Wei Ran said with a smile.
"The bet between Marshall and me was on those photography works," Randy said with a pained face. "Unfortunately, they were all confiscated by those bastard military police, and they didn't even leave a single negative for me."
"So you are also prepared to wait until the war is over..."
"Even if the war ends, I'm afraid I won't be able to find that many actors." Randy responded to Wei Ran's joke angrily.
"In this case I will let you and Marshall go."
Wei Ran shook the pistol that originally belonged to Tom in his hand, "I will keep it well, just like I keep the memory of Tom."
"If it weren't for Tom and you, I would really rather forget my experience on this island." Randy looked at the warships on the sea in the distance, then looked back at the direction of the camp, "Now this war is over.
I don’t know where we will fight next.”
"Speaking of this, I do have good news."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Randy looked at Will one after another, and Randy asked strangely, "Will, when did you become so well-informed?"
"Because Captain Lewis is a devout believer"
Will looked around and lowered his voice and said, "In view of what Marshall did before, and of course, in view of the two of us being injured, it is very likely that we will be left on Guam and will not have to participate in the subsequent battles on other islands."
"Stay here?" Randy's eyes widened, "What are you doing here?"
"I do not know then"
Will spread his hands and said, "To be precise, the entire engineer battalion will stay. It seems that there will be follow-up construction tasks, but Captain Lewis will not tell me what to do specifically."
"If nothing else, we should be preparing to build an airport."
Wei Ran, who had been listening just now, said that although he didn’t know too many details about the Battle of Guam, he remembered some key things as if he knew the end time of the battle. For example, the popular Li Mei Barbecue had three hundred people.
Multiple B29 Grill Master sorties took off from the airport in Guam.
But what is ironic is that Marshall, who just boiled a Japanese in an oil barrel, is already on his way to a military court, and a few months later, on the same island, the man who regarded the bomber as his lover
Master Li, after throwing thousands of tons of incendiary bombs into Tokyo, was regarded as a well-deserved hero.
Maybe they are all heroes...
Wei Ran looked at the tombstone propped up with a rifle and helmet beside him and sighed. Whether they were heroes or not, for those who died before the end of the war, it was just the first thing they did before they stopped breathing.
