War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 433 Absurd exclusion

"Those beans look disgusting enough, but your description is even more disgusting than beans."

While talking, Randy, who just came up out of curiosity, took a step back and sat on his bed again, "I can't even drink this bottle of Coke now."

"How can anyone eat something like this?"

Marshall wiped the sticky natto off his fingers on the edge of the tin can, opened the tent door, looked around, aimed at one direction, swung his arms and threw it out, then immediately hid back in the tent, and then, Everyone heard the sound of the collision between the canned box and the helmet and the curse after an exclamation.

Pastor Tom shook his head helplessly, "How can there be such a scum like you in the sea bee camp."

"I didn't lose it, it's none of my business." Marshall spread his hands innocently, "Victor, quickly change the medicine for my wound."

"Sit down"

Wei Ran smiled, dragged the cans of rice on the table under the bed, and then took out a new gauze dressing, sulfa powder and a penicillin from the medical bag.

Although Marshall looked nonchalant about the wound on his chest, when Wei Ran opened the gauze, he discovered that the wound was more than ten centimeters long.

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Wei Ran grinned, and meticulously helped the other party change a new dressing. After finishing the bandage, he gave him another penicillin.It wasn't that he was abusing drugs, it was because of the hot and humid environment of this small island, it was too easy for the wound to be infected.

However, before he pulled out the needle, a gendarme with a helmet bowed his head and walked into the tent. What made everyone laugh was that there was a large sticky natto on the gendarme's chest.

"Marshall! Did you throw these shit-like things?!" The gendarme suppressed his anger and went straight to the Lord.

Marshall squeezed his fists, "Although I hit your captain yesterday, you don't need to smear me by smearing shit on your chest."

"Slandering you?" The gendarme sneered, "Are you still using me to find witnesses?"

"I don't know if I'm qualified to be a witness?"

Pastor Tom got up and asked, "I am the chaplain Tom, and I can testify in the name of God that Marshall has been receiving treatment from Dr. Victor just now."

"Indeed it is"

Wei Ran shook the glass needle in his hand, "When you came in, the needle hadn't been pulled out yet."

"Are you the veterinarian Victor who rescued black soldiers on the battlefield?" The military policeman turned his head to look at Wei Ran and asked, but there were a lot of private goods in his words.

"It was indeed me, no matter what you said saved the black soldier, or the nickname of that veterinarian." Wei Ran pulled out the needle and threw it into the disinfection tray, "So is there any problem?"

"no problem"

The military policeman raised his hand and gave a military salute, "Since Lieutenant Tom and Lieutenant Victor can testify for Sergeant Marshall, I have nothing to investigate."

"Apologize to me," Marshall reminded with a hippie smile.

The military policeman glanced at Marshall, but he didn't respond at all, he simply turned around and left the tent.

"Just now you said that you hit the gendarmerie captain yesterday?" Wei Ran asked in surprise after the gendarmerie walked away.

"Don't look at me with such surprised eyes"

Marshall, who was not stingy, lay on the bed opposite Wei Ran, "Shouldn't you be surprised that our pastor Tom used God's name to testify for me?"

"I did not testify"

Tom raised the Coke bottle in his hand, "God bears witness, I'm telling the truth. You did receive treatment from Victor all the time after you threw out that venereal can."

"God is so easy to use," the stretcher soldier Randy couldn't help sighing.

"So Marshall, do you want to believe in God?" Tom started to sell his business like a snake.

Marshall curled his lips, "If God can end this war before dawn, let alone believe in God, even if I kiss his big toe, I'm fine with it."

"Victor, what about you?" Tom looked at Wei Ran on the opposite bed obliquely, "You need someone with faith."

"Forget it, God is not as useful as a pistol in my eyes."

Wei Ran said that he had already bit off the cap of the Coke bottle, lying on the bed and took a big gulp into his mouth comfortably. To his surprise, the Coke at this time was actually better than the ones that can be found all over the streets in later generations.

"Ugh"

Pastor Tom sighed, but he didn't continue to promote his faith, because no matter he or Randy who had been watching the fun, they knew very well in their hearts that what Marshall and Wei Ran said was true.

"My plan is about to succeed." Marshall, who was also holding a bottle of Coke and took a sip from time to time, said incoherently.

"What plan?" Tom asked subconsciously.

"Nothing," Marshall smiled, turning to the girls at a strip club in Pearl Harbor.

From time to time, Wei Ran, who responded with a word, looked at the beaming Marshall, and then turned his head to look outside the tent, vaguely guessing something.If there is no accident, no matter the canned natto that was just thrown out, or Marshall hitting the gendarmerie captain yesterday, I am afraid that they are all paving the way for the fire-breathing tanks to go to the front line.

But as the saying goes, people have their own ambitions, and although he doesn't agree with Marshall's desperate virtue, he has no excuse to stop him.

At present, his only thought is to find a way to take a photo of Marshall and the black Will while the bastard Marshall is still alive.Otherwise, once Marshall was "assigned" to the front line, it would be really difficult to find opportunities.

In the midst of the inconsequential chat, three of the four snored one after another, and Marshall, who was the only one who remained awake, silently drew a dagger from his waist and carefully placed it in the canvas tent. A hole was poked in the top, and with the cold moonlight coming in from the outside, it illuminated the palm-sized group photo in his hand and a string of soldier cards that looked like wind chimes.

In this slightly stained group photo, there are a dozen or so young engineers wearing military uniforms, shirtless, or holding cigars, beer, Coke and even wrenches in their hands.And behind them, there is a whole row of bulldozers parked neatly.

"You wait, you must wait."

Marshall murmured, letting a hazy moonlight the size of a coin slide over the sunny smiles on the faces of every engineer in the photo, "I will be able to go to the front line soon, soon, I promise."

In the dim tent, Pastor Tom, who was lying face to face with Marshall on the other bed, sighed silently, after all, he didn't pierce the fragile and unknown pain of the bastard Marshall.

When the fiery red sun jumped out of the sea level again, the urgent whistle called away the stretcher soldier Randy and Pastor Tom who woke up first, and by the way, the field hospital in the rear began to be busy.

Amidst the fierce firefights that sounded from time to time on the surrounding high grounds, batches of wounded were carried back from the front line by stretcher soldiers and sent to operating rooms scattered around.

Almost at the same time that Wei Ran put on clean clothes and walked out of the tent, the shirtless Marshall also walked towards a bulldozer not far away with a cigarette in his mouth, and took over the unfinished work from his companion last night.

Compared with yesterday's busy day, Wei Ran has a lot of leisure today. Although there will be wounded people being sent to the operating table every now and then, he won't even be able to spare time to drink water and pee.

But on the other hand, Wei Ran also heard another sentence besides "That is the veterinarian Victor" from the wounded around him who looked at him with a little contempt and even some stretcher soldiers, "I heard that he Dozens of white soldiers gave up their lives on D-Day to save black soldiers."

Originally, Wei Ran didn't care about these gossip, but at noon, a wounded person who was sent used this incident as an excuse to yell and reject Wei Ran's treatment, and insisted on changing the doctor.

"Victor, what should we do?" Nurse Jenny asked Chao Weiran who was in a dilemma.

"Take this idiot out," Wei Ran said indifferently, "his life is his own, and he can just rest if he doesn't need my help."

Nurse Jenny opened her mouth, and finally called the stretcher soldier outside the operating room, and carried the wounded man with the bullet in his thigh out of the operating room, and she herself didn't know where she went.

Not long after, Nurse Jenny returned to the operating room with an angry face, "I went out and asked, Victor, it seems that someone is targeting you."

"Because I saved the black soldier?" Wei Ran asked indifferently. Although this matter was absurd, he was not surprised. Just looking at Marshall back then, he was able to point a gun at himself, which proved it Even if the brains of the people on the front line are beaten to shit, it will not delay their deep-rooted racial discrimination at all.

"I'm afraid it's more than that"

Jenny looked at Wei Ran hesitantly, and asked after a moment of hesitation, "Victor, did you really save a black soldier?"

"Really saved." Wei Ran looked up at the other party, "Is there any problem? Could it be that the Hippocratic Oath is for dogs?"

Nurse Jenny rolled her eyes, "Although I also don't like black people, I don't think there is anything wrong with what you did, but I'm afraid some idiots don't think so."

"Like a military policeman?" Wei Ran, who had roughly guessed something, asked straightforwardly.

Nurse Jenny was silent for a moment, and finally hinted bluntly, "To be precise, it is a certain gendarmerie captain who has always had an extreme attitude towards colored troops, and was interrupted by your good friend Marshall not long ago.

Dr. Victor, I don't want to judge who is right and who is wrong. All doctors and nurses will not turn a blind eye to your great help to the field hospital yesterday and the day before yesterday.But I think you have to be prepared, I'm afraid they don't just want the wounded to know that you saved the black soldier. "

"It doesn't matter"

Wei Ranmu took off the blood-stained surgical gown indifferently and threw it into the loot basket, picked up a section of trouser leg cut from someone's trousers, tore it open and flattened it, and took it off leisurely. He took off the helmet and replaced the cuffs that used to cover the red crosses on the helmet with this piece of blood-stained cloth.

"It seems that you have already guessed what will happen." Jenny shook her head weakly, but she couldn't change anything at all.

"I was originally a medical soldier, and it was my job to go to the front line." While speaking, Wei Ran had put his helmet back on his head.

Before Nurse Jenny could say anything, the middle-aged doctor Harrison he met on the truck had already walked into the operating room with an angry face when he was transferred here yesterday.

"Victor, I'm sorry." Harrison patted Wei Ran's shoulder and didn't know how to speak for a while.

"It's ok"

Wei Ran took the medical kit from Nurse Jenny and straddled his shoulders, "I know what you're going to say, it's okay, it's no different to me here than on the front line."

"Veterinian Victor"

Harrison raised his hand in a very formal military salute, and made a promise with guilt in his tone, "Come back alive, I guarantee that you will continue to work in the field hospital tomorrow, even if Major General Geiger is no longer Will send you to the front again."

"It's ok"

Wei Ran replied perfunctorily with a non-standard American military salute, "There will be idiots blinded by skin color in the future, and there will only be more and more, so don't worry about it so much. Besides, this place is not necessarily safer than the front line .”

After finishing speaking, Wei Ran walked out of the operating room calmly, without even looking at the military police standing guard not far away, followed by two stretcher soldiers and rushed to the frontline position which was only a few hundred meters away.

As for the lack of him in the operating room behind him, he didn't care about whether the wounded would not be rescued in time and died outside the operating room. You shouldn't regret it either.

Even, he has already made up his mind to find a safe place to hide and slow down after arriving at the front line.

(End of this chapter)