War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 444 The Music Will Brings

As night fell, the field hospital, which had been busy all day, also fell into silence. Wei Ran, carrying five kettles in his hand, walked out from the shadow between several trucks and strolled back to the hospital where he had been waiting for a long time. his tent.

"Beer is coming"

Wei Ran waited for Randy to fasten the tent door and hang up the tin cans before placing five heavy kettles on the ammunition box that served as a table.

I don't know if it's to appease the panic caused by the sneak attack last night. The dinner tonight is also a lot richer. Not only did I only have a few bites of steak yesterday, but also some American stews and pasta. Supplies became more and more abundant, and Marshall also relied on his connections in the engineer battalion to bring back a box full of Coke.

"Before we start, let's toast Captain Sean with the first glass of wine."

Reverend Tom said, holding a metal mug full of beer, "He was a respectable soldier. He saved many lives."

"To Sean!"

Everyone, including Will, raised their glasses of beer that had just been filled and touched each other. No one thought it was a big deal that there was an extra black man in this tent, but Will himself seemed a little reserved.

Taking a big sip of the beer, Marshall poked the steak with a fork and took a bite, and said with some memories, "Sean is a bastard, he used to be in our local area, and he was the boss of a small gang, as you know, the one in school Kind of a gang. We snatched junior money, stole cars and drove around for fun, smoked weed, got high one time, and the jerk took the lead in ordering other people's houses."

"Stop talking about these things"

Tom, who seemed to know something inside, picked up his glass wisely again, interrupted Marshall's memory and said, "Second glass, let's celebrate having a new friend, he is Will, this bastard is a devout believer of God, He also saved the lives of Victor and Marshall, so for the second drink, we toast Will, I don't think anyone will have an opinion?"

"Greeting Will" Wei Ran was the first to raise his glass to respond.

"Toast Will" the stretcher Randy was the second to raise his glass, and hiccupped after speaking.

"Greeting Will" Marshall raised his cup with a smile, and he was completely different from Wei Ran when he first met him.

"To all of you, my friends."

Will raised his glass and said apologetically, "Marshall, I'm sorry, I stole your gun on D-Day, return it."

"nothing"

Marshall touched the former with a glass indifferently, "I also threatened Victor with a gun that day."

"It's true," Wei Ran echoed with a smile.

"Will, where are you from?"

Randy picked up the glass and touched Will, and explained, "Tom is from Hawaii, and Marshall and I are both from Texas. Of course, Marshall moved later. Marshall, where did you move to? Michigan?"

"Mississippi" Marshall hiccups, "I was gun. I did something stupid wrong, so I moved to Mississippi."

"Georgia, I'm from Georgia."

Holding a beer, Black Will introduced himself, "I am a music teacher, and I am also in charge of teaching the choir of the church in our small town."

"Looks like I've met a colleague." Tom smiled and clinked glasses with Will. "Will, after drinking beer, maybe we can sing a few hymns to these three unbelieving bastards."

"I'm also a devout believer!" Randy argued dissatisfiedly.

"You're only religious when you need God" Marshall ruthlessly exposes Randy's true colors.

"Of course I'm fine"

Will raised his head and drank the beer in the glass, and then took out a white harmonica from his pocket, "And I can not only sing hymns, don't forget that I am a music teacher."

Having said that, Will has brought the harmonica to his mouth and played a short piece of music fluently.

"I can also play the harmonica, I know the tune!"

Randy was the first to answer, "It's the theme song from Casablanca, right?"

"It's also my favorite tune and song." When it comes to music, the restraint on Will's face disappeared, and he even voluntarily sang a short passage.

"Give me the harmonica!" Randy held out his hand to Will, "I'll play for you!"

Will was stunned for a moment, and after a little hesitation, he handed the harmonica to Randy who was eager to try.

Soon, the gentle tune accompanied by Will's calm and soothing voice floated outside from the tent full of bullet holes.Several gendarmes who were on patrol looked at each other, and quietly went to the outside of Wei Ran's tent, took off their helmets and put them on the ground, and then sat on them.

Gradually, Tom and Marshall in the tent also sang along. In one song after another, everyone didn't know that there were more and more people sitting outside the tent.

"Victor, it's your turn."

After finishing his last beer, Randy says, "You can't keep listening, can you?"

This Wei Ran grinned, if anything else was fine, singing was really his weakness.

"It looks like we've stumbled upon something Victor isn't good at."

Marshall, who was in a much better mood, gloated and encouraged, "Victor, singing is most interesting when people who sing out of tune. Come on, what do you want to sing, we have a music teacher here, Will will definitely I can accompany you."

"That bastard Marshall was right"

Tom booed, "I remember a wounded man brought a guitar. If necessary, I can borrow the guitar too."

"Or we can help you choose?" Randy chased after him and made a suggestion, and Will used the harmonica to play a short fluent and slightly funny tune to tease Wei Ran.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Wei Ran simply put the unfinished beer in the middle, "Singing is fine, it's really not what I'm good at, but I can let you listen to something different."

"What's the difference?" Tom asked with great interest.

"Wait a minute, I need to go out and get ready."

Wei Ran stood up as he said that, and walked towards the tent door that was tied with a rope. However, when he bent down and got out of the tent, he noticed that at some point, there were no. 30 people sitting around the tent. , Among these people were two military policemen who looked familiar, chefs who were busy in the dining car during the day, doctors including Harrison and Bullock, and even some wounded who were not seriously injured.

What's even more commendable is that, perhaps because of yesterday's shared adversity, these wounded people with black and white complexions rarely sat together, and most of them held Coke in their hands and touched the people around them from time to time.

The audience who didn't know when they appeared not only startled Wei Ran, but even the rest of the people in the tent subconsciously wanted to put away the kettle that still smelled of beer.

A military policeman closest to the tent door knocked on the helmet with the white "MP" printed on his buttocks, and hinted with a smile, "Mr. Tom, it's our rest time now, I hope you don't mind us listening to music Rest awhile."

Hearing this, Tom breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and proposed, "Will, lead everyone to sing a hymn, just like you direct the choir in your local town church."

Will tugged at the neckline a little nervously, and finally mustered up the courage to sing along with Tom, while Randy played the harmonica in coordination.

As for Marshall, even if he was daring, he would not dare to show any disrespect to Mr. God at this time, and even pretended to stand up, shaking his body from side to side, rolling his eyes and gesticulating with his mouth.

Soon, those people outside the tent also sang along, and as the singing became louder, even the wounded in the surrounding tents joined in.

Seeing that the first few people's self-entertainment was suspected of transforming into a large field choir, Wei Ran also quickened his pace and hid in the shadows on the edge of the camp.

Originally, he was planning to find an excuse to take out Guqin Yaoguang if he couldn't do it, but now it's obvious that those wounded who have already cheered up have found their own fun.

Temporarily having no plans to go back, Wei Ran strolled towards the beach. A few days ago, this place was a battlefield where bloody battles were fought, and dead soldiers and wailing wounded could be seen almost every step of the way.

Today, a few days later, the corpses and wounded who smelled of blood and panic had disappeared.The entire beach has long been smoothed by the ebb and flow of the sea, and there are only some uncleaned tanks or wreckage of landing vehicles that silently tell about everything at that time.

He took off his helmet and put it on the wet beach. Wei Ranhua sat on the helmet with his stinky hair covered by the helmet, and raised his feet as a prank, stepping into a crab that he thought was well hidden. In the soft sand.

Looking around, and looking at the warships floating on the sea in the distance, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, and took out the Guqin Yaoguang from the metal book under the bright moonlight.

In the cool sea breeze, the strings were gently plucked, and a piece of "Drunkenness" appeared and disappeared amidst the sound of the waves, relieving Wei Ran's tense nerves these days.

Those wounded who were struggling on the operating table, those who were helplessly abandoned, and those who were too late to be treated, as well as those strangers who had just met one moment and turned into corpses the next moment, were like movie clips, followed Appearing and disappearing one by one to the tune.

It wasn't until the end of the song that Wei Ran noticed a military policeman holding a Coke bottle sitting not far away.

"Good evening, Victor."

The gendarme took the initiative to say hello, and Wei Ran also recognized the identity of the other party. This gendarme was just the unlucky guy who was doused with natto by Marshall.

"Good evening." Wei Ran responded apologetically, "I'm sorry about Captain Xiao En's matter."

"no need to say sorry"

The military policeman shook his head, "Captain Xiao En did what he should do, and you did what you should do, so there is no need to apologize."

Wei Ran opened his mouth and didn't say anything after all, but lightly plucked the strings and played another piece he knew, "Guangling San".

"My brother died too"

The gendarme said remorsefully to himself, "I thought that bastard Marshall would drive the flame-breathing tank instead of him to make him safer, but I didn't expect it to hurt him."

With a sound of "thumping", Wei Ran accidentally played a wrong string, and finally stopped what he was doing, and quietly became an audience.

"I don't even know how to face my mother when I go back, how to tell her that I used my cleverness to successfully kill my brother."

The gendarme continued crying, "I can't even put his body together completely, and I can't tell whether the body parts belong to him or the Japanese who were killed by the grenade he killed."

"At least he did what he was supposed to do, like Captain Sean."

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he started playing the Guangling San that he had just played wrongly again, and the military policeman who was about to say something else finally lay down on the wet beach, looking at the moon above his head with teary eyes.

After a long time, when the song Guangling was finished, the military policeman also wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, struggled to get up, and stretched out his sandy hands beside Wei Ran, "Thank you Victor, although you The instrument and the music sounded weird, but I'm in a much better mood."

"I'm honored to be able to help you." Wei Ran smiled and reached out to hold the other's hand.

(End of this chapter)