War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 445 The Gift the Sculptor Wants
When Wei Ran returned to the tent under the moonlight, the audience around him had already dispersed, and the tent had already been cleaned up by the diligent Randy.Even Randy was already snoring in bed, so naturally no one would encourage Wei Ran to perform a talent show.

"You are finally back, I thought you would hide until dawn." Marshall, who was lying on the bed opposite Wei Ran, teased leisurely.

"Why don't you sleep?" Wei Ran asked directly, changing the subject.

"Can't sleep." Marshall simply sat up and lit a cigarette by himself, "I close my eyes now and I am Sean."

"Or I'll give you a shot of morphine?" Wei Ran asked half jokingly and half seriously.

"Forget it." Marshall shook his head and said abruptly, "I plan to join the patrol team of the Seabee Battalion."

"Patrol? What patrol?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"When you were sleeping during the day, those rats came out of the forest to harass you several times and killed a doctor."

Marshall said mistyly, "So the Seabee Battalion is preparing to form a patrol team, and I plan to join them. This is at least better than repairing bulldozers."

"Does the patrol want black people?" Will asked abruptly.

Marshall hesitated for a moment, then said, "Maybe, I don't know."

"Can you ask me tomorrow?" Will chased and said, "I also want to join the patrol."

Before Marshall could speak, Wei Ran reminded, "Your legs and shoulders were pierced with bayonets. Are you sure the patrol team will need you?"

"Will, you should continue to listen to the confessions of the wounded and soldiers with me." Pastor Tom suggested, "This job is equally important and meaningful."

Will shook his head and insisted, "My leg is fine. If I can, I still want to do what I can."

"Why?" Tom asked puzzled.

The black Will shook his head without any explanation.

"Marshall, I'll go with you tomorrow." Wei Ran said abruptly.

"You and me?" Marshall raised his head in surprise, "Stop joking, your battlefield is in the operating room."

"I'm not needed here anymore." Wei Ran was extremely sober at this moment, "The only ones who can be sent here are the wounded like you, those jobs can be done only by nurses."

"You can go to the front"

Only halfway through the conversation, Tom has already figured out Wei Ran's plan. A few days ago, when the operating room here was still close to the front line, he knew exactly how hard Wei Ran was.In contrast, if you go to the patrol team, although it may seem more dangerous, it is actually a lot easier.Simply put, Wei Ran is just being lazy.

Seeing that Marshall also showed an expression of sudden realization, Wei Ran spread his hands with a smile, and said frankly, "Although I do intend to be lazy, the patrol team also needs medical soldiers, right? And if the patrol team also needs black people, I'm afraid I He is the most suitable medical soldier for the team."

"I thought you were an honest man"

Tom shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and then said, "I have a hunch, it's hard to say whether Marshall will be able to join the patrol, but you will definitely be welcome."

"Remember to take me with you then," Marshall joked with a smile.

"It's not impossible to bring you." Wei Ran looked at the camera on the bedside box, "But you have to promise me one condition."

"Wait until you can get into the patrol"

Marshall paused, but couldn't hold back his curiosity after all, "But you can talk about the conditions first."

"How about letting me take some group photos for you tomorrow?" Wei Ran pointed to the camera and said, "Tomorrow at sunrise."

"That's all?" Marshall asked in surprise.

"Or you can get Tom back a woman who wants to confess her sins to God."

"Woman? What kind of woman?" Randy, who was already asleep, suddenly sat up and asked in a daze.

The rest of the people were stunned for a moment, and the not-so-spacious tent was completely filled with laughter.

"I'd better promise to let you take a group photo," Marshall teased, "otherwise I'm worried that bringing back only one woman might not be enough."

"Marshall, you got a woman again?" Randy, who still didn't understand the situation, rubbed his eyes and asked excitedly, "When did it happen?"

"The last time I saw gold nuggets in a tributary of the Mississippi, gold nuggets the size of hand grenades."

Before Marshall finished speaking, Randy finally realized that something was wrong with what he had imagined, and immediately lay down on the bed in disappointment.

Seeing this, everyone ended the topic in ridicule, and then fell asleep one after another. Only Marshall, who was asleep, took out a photo from under the pillow again under the moonlight shining through the bullet hole in the tent, and a A pistol with flame marks sighed silently.

There was nothing to say all night, when Wei Ran was woken up by Marshall knocking on the lunch box, it was still dark.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked with a yawn.

"What's wrong? What did you say?"

Dissatisfied, Marshall threw the lunch box in his hand on Randy's bed, "Didn't you take a group photo at sunrise last night?"

Yawning again, Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, "But hasn't the sun come out yet?"

"It'll be out soon," Marshall said, and woke up Tom and the others by tapping, making it clear that it was because of his own insomnia that caused him to fart all night.

"I thought I didn't have to wake up early because I was injured." Randy yawned dissatisfied, "Marshall, you bastard can't do some things that civilized people should do?"

"Even the priest on this island thinks about women, so how can there be any civilized people?" Marshall asked nonchalantly.

"Why did you bring me?" Tom scolded dissatisfiedly, "You will go to hell like this."

"I almost thought those mice were coming again." Will the black man rubbed his face helplessly, and then lay down again.

"Since you're awake, don't sleep"

Wei Ran casually picked up a watch from the box next to the bed and looked at it, "It's indeed dawn, why don't I help you change the dressing for your wounds now, and then go take a group photo."

"Victor, I thought you were one of the few civilized people." Randy, who didn't get up at all, complained with a sad face.

"Get up and change your medicine and then go to take a group photo, otherwise there will be no beer supply at night." Wei Ran smiled and pinched the handle of everyone.

Although they were dissatisfied with this veterinarian who was helping others, but under the temptation of beer, everyone complained and climbed up, lined up to ask Wei Ran to help them change their wounds with new dressings, and then dug out a set of clean uniforms worn on the body.

Not only that, Marshall also generously selected a few watches from his spoils and distributed them to everyone.

“Nice to take some pictures”

Tom's mood suddenly improved, "I can just send it to my wife, and introduce my new friend to her by the way."

"At that time, you can pick some more from my trophies and send them back as gifts." Marshall said, kicking the box containing the trophies.

"You can also choose some of my trophies that your wife likes." Randy followed up, and then sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't have a girlfriend yet."

"Forget it, she may not be interested in these things."

Tom seemed to have thought of something, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "I know what she likes, but what I say will definitely scare you."

"What do you like?" Marshall took out the unfinished cigar yesterday, stuffed it into his mouth and lit it, "Could it be marijuana?"

"how is this possible!"

Tom explained angrily, "Laura is a sculptor, and she has always wanted some human bone specimens."

"Human bone specimen?!"

Wei Ran looked up at Tom in surprise, he finally knew who left the human skull.

But then, he fell into doubt again, because Wei Ran clearly remembered that in the basement containing the human skull, he also found a photo frame. In the photo frame was a soldier in military uniform and a woman in a dress.

But it's been almost a week now, and neither Tom nor Randy nor Marshall or even Sean, who is dead, is the soldier in the photo.Of course, it's even less likely to be Will, the color number is wrong.

"I said it would scare you"

Tom spread his hands in embarrassment, "I've already said that she is a sculptor, not a weird person. Human bone specimens are just for her professional needs, and can help her complete the sculpture better, and"

"No need to explain so much"

Marshall said nonchalantly, "It's just human bones. Those things are the most indispensable thing here. And I got those things when I was in Saipan.

"You did it too?" Wei Ran became more and more confused.

"Of course I did"

Marshall showed undisguised disgust on his face, "At that time we captured a Japanese officer, a Japanese officer who had eaten human flesh."

"Cannibalism?!" Randy's eyes widened, and he couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Then what?"

"Then our company commander threw him into an oil drum filled with water and boiled it for about a day, in the forest next to the Saipan airport, where he ate our teammates."

Marshall said in a flat tone, "At that time, our company commander added a lot of seasoning to it, and the smell of meat even wafted to the airport outside the forest, attracting even the monkeys in the forest."

"Stop it," Will said, suppressing his nausea.

Marshall spread his hands, "At that time, I tied his skeleton to a palm tree with wire, so don't worry, my craftsmanship is very good."

"I already regret what I just said," Tom muttered with a tangled expression.

"Why don't we take a group photo first?"

Wei Ran changed the topic in a timely manner. It has to be said that what Marshall said just now made him a little apprehensive.

Even though the subjects being discussed were the nuclear animals, the moral bottom line engraved into human genes still made his Adam's apple twitch.

However, as the saying goes, don’t persuade others to be kind without the pain of others. Although Marshall has never said in detail what he experienced in Saipan, Wei Ran has pieced together the darkness and despair he experienced from various words and phrases. .

So even if he is pitiful, he will only pity Marshall who bears those psychological burdens day and night, not those little devils who are self-inflicted.

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