With the crisp sound of the shutter, Wei Ran's vision was once again filled with intense white light. When his vision returned to normal, he immediately saw the metal book still illuminated by the light of his mobile phone slowly turning to the first page.
"Did you give me a promotion?" Wei Ran immediately became excited, looking eagerly at the metal quill floating on the page.
However, what made him dumbfounded was that after some serious preparations, the quill pen actually wrote the words "nickname: veterinarian" under his military rank on the first page.
"Your uncle...it's not over yet, is it?"
Wei Ran cursed with an ugly expression and watched helplessly as the metal book flipped through the pages quickly, finally stopping at page 19.
Amidst the soft sound of brushing, the metal quill pen wrote the following story under the photo on this page:
Sea wasp emerging from cocoon
Army Chaplain Tom was killed in a cold gun attack at Asan Beach Camp in Guam on August 8, 1944. He was awarded the Purple Heart and was posthumously awarded the Silver Star in August of the same year.
Randy, a stretcher bearer, was awarded the Purple Heart Medal for being wounded during combat. After the Battle of Guam, he stayed in Guam and continued to serve as an airport ground handler until the end of World War II. He retired in August 1945. In December of the same year, he worked at Houston Shipbuilding as a welder.
Factory. In April 1968, he passed away due to a drunk driving accident.
On August 9, 1944, Will, a stevedore, made an exception and became the Seabee Camp Chaplain due to Tom's recommendation before his death. He was awarded the Purple Heart Medal due to injuries during his service. After the Battle of Guam, he stayed in Guam and continued to serve as a stevedore until World War II.
Ended. He retired from service in August 1945. In September of the same year, he returned to his hometown and served as the pastor of the local church. He died at home in October 1999.
In August 1944, Marshall, a bulldozer driver, was convicted of abusing prisoners of war and was sentenced to one year and six months in prison by a military court. After being released from prison, he returned to Texas to run the farm left by his grandfather. He remained unmarried and raised the only son left by his comrades and his sister.
Brown died in his sleep on Christmas Eve 1985.
Brown, the posthumous son of Seabee Battalion engineer Greg, was raised by Marshall. He joined the Odessa Police Department as a forensic scientist in 1973, resigned in 1982 and returned to the farm to take care of Marshall. In the summer of 2009, he died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage.
At this point, the metal quill started a new line and listed the details of the medals received by Tom, Randy and Will. Then it listed a detailed address in Hawaii.
As for why Marshall did not receive any honors in these two pieces of information, Wei Ran is not surprised at all. That lawless bastard was only sentenced to one and a half years. It was obvious that someone had let him go. Any honors that he did not receive were obviously what he needed.
The price paid.
After a pause, the metal quill pen started another line and wrote: "War has created killing and hatred, war has eliminated humanity and morality, war has also eliminated prejudice, war has witnessed unbreakable friendship, and awakened conscience and faith.
War always brings something and always takes away something. But most of the time, those are not the original goals of the war."
As Wei Ran sighed, the light yellow page full of words was gently turned to the back, and the quill pen also wrote slowly under the red whirlpool, "This is the bet you won, God bless,
I hope it will help you survive the battlefield."
However, before Wei Ran reached out, he discovered that a second red vortex appeared on the page, and the metal quill continued to write under this vortex, "This is the bet you won.
, God bless, hope it can bring some comfort to the soldiers wandering the battlefield."
Tom and Will?
Wei Ran just glanced at some of the floating outlines in the whirlpool and already judged that the objects inside were Tom's 1911 pistol and the white harmonica that Will promised to give him.
However, what he never expected was that the quill that was supposed to complete the task was slightly raised, and then the pale yellow pages that recorded too many stories began to flip forward quickly, and finally stopped at
Drawing the seventh page of the Junior Field Angel Medal!
"Is this medal going to be upgraded?"
Wei Ran immediately became excited. This time, he had experienced the entire Battle of Guam as a medical soldier. Even he himself did not know how many wounded people he had treated during that nearly one month.
However, as the saying goes, as much hope as there is disappointment, in his expectant eyes, the metal quill simply wrote "Total rescue: 309" under the red whirlpool where the medical kit was stored.
, and then hit the metal book with a loud thud.
"That's it? Are you kidding me?"
Wei Ran, who had been tricked for the second time in just a few minutes, muttered dissatisfiedly. He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he immediately took out the medical kit from the metal book.
When he saw the medical kit placed on the ground, the dissatisfaction he felt at the moment turned into a satisfied smile like that of an old farmer with a good harvest.
"No loss, no loss!"
While Wei Ran was chanting, he picked up the helmet placed on the medical kit. Not surprisingly, this helmet was exactly the one he wore on his head every day during the Battle of Guam. The only difference was that
There is no Camp Seabee logo on the top of the head, only the red crosses on the four sides are left.
Apart from this slight difference, the helmet's net was also there, as well as the playing cards fixed to it by the net and the box of Haocai cigarettes. What made him even more dumbfounded was that there was even one plastic-sealed card.
color photo.
The frozen shot in the photo was exactly the last moment, the moment he, Marshall and others took in the reserved bar.
There were not only Marshall, Randy and Will, but also the sexy girls behind them in scantily clad clothes, the bartender carrying the milk bottles on the tray, and the stroller surrounded by everyone.
Even Brown, lying in the stroller, looked like a gangster in the baby world, pressing his white and tender little hands on a 1911 pistol with flame burn marks!
This is the first time it has been taken in a photo... Wei Ran muttered to himself, but made up his mind that he would never take this photo out.
On the other hand, if it were just a helmet full of memories, Wei Ran would not be so happy. What really made him smile were the two iron rings on the side of the medical box that looked like car cup holders.
Stuck inside were two large cans full of freeze-dried plasma powder!
He was particularly excited when he first used this thing. In the era of World War II when people's brains were beaten into dog brains, plasma and penicillin were well-deserved life-saving tools!
Having seen enough, Wei Ran put the helmet back on the lid of the medical box, put it back into the metal book, and then took out the contents of the first red vortex.
Just as he expected, what was placed here was exactly Tom's 1911 pistol decorated with complicated patterns and using expensive ivory patches.
Even the trigger guard is engraved with the phrase "God is with you" in cursive English.
But at the same time, like the weapons Weiran had obtained before, its production information had been erased, so that he couldn't tell whether it was Tom's original sidearm or a fake copied from a metal book.
Pulling out the magazine and looking at the bullets packed inside, Wei Ran restored it to its original shape and put it back into the metal book.
"Then there's the harmonica given by Will..." Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then stretched his hand into the second red vortex.
Almost at the same time he took the harmonica out of it, he unexpectedly experienced the uncomfortable feeling of his brain shutting down again. Fortunately, this uncomfortable feeling came and went quickly, and finally did not make him sit down.
on the ground.
Standing steady while holding on to the big stone beside him, Wei Ran looked at the white harmonica still in his hand.
This harmonica is much shorter than the harmonica that the music teacher asked them to buy when he was in junior high school. On the frosted metal cover, like the pistol just now, the same sentence "God is with you" is engraved.
”, apart from that, there are no other signs or patterns.
"Is this teaching me how to play the harmonica?"
Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded. Speaking of it, the Battle of Guam he experienced this time was almost the longest he had experienced since he got the metal notebook. It was so long that he almost forgot about the campfire camping that was still going on in the distance, and the
The American folk martial arts master Old Jerry is telling the content of an indigenous Indian legend.
But on the other hand, he had to admit that the wicked metal notebook who always wanted to kill himself was a rare act of generosity.
Whether it was the English he had mastered, the extra plasma and helmet on the medical kit, or even just the rare photo on the helmet, and the harmonica given in the extra red vortex, they all made him extremely satisfied.
So the little baby in the photo is the old Mr. Brown who Makar said died on the woman's belly?
Wei Ran later recalled the gossip he heard from Makar, and then couldn't help but shake his head. It was obvious that Marshall had really trained that little guy to be as good a bastard as him.
After calming down, Wei Ran put his harmonica in his pocket, untied his belt and peed against the big stone used as a shield. Then he recalled the contents of the campfire "almost a month ago",
On the other hand, he walked towards Suisui who was still translating with the help of Katenka.
"You...burp! What are you doing here?" Suisui, who was a little confused after being drunk by two large cups of beer, asked with a wine burp.
"Going to save the world." Wei Ran smiled playfully and reached out to take away the oak cup that the other party had been holding.
Suisui wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction. Seeing that she could no longer take back her cup, she muttered, "Just pee and save the world..."
“If you know, you still ask.”
As Wei Ran spoke, he drank the remaining beer in his cup. The familiar texture and taste failed to remind him of this campfire camping event, which he had almost forgotten all the details. Instead, it reminded him of Asan Beach in Guam.
In that tent full of bullet holes, those friends secretly drank together, chatted about women, sang together, and fought side by side.
