War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 450 The Truth
At noon on July 7, as the last buffer zone on the east side of the camp was cleared, the patrol team who had been busy for several days finally did not have to continue to deal with the leeches, and was allowed to rest for a rare half day.

According to the arrangement of the platoon leader who had a good relationship with Marshall, in the days to come, they only needed to hide in the shady sentry tower and take turns to watch.

Taking advantage of this rare half-day vacation, Marshall rushed to the beach in a hurry, and took out a canvas bucket from a tank wreckage.

This bucket is soaked in hydrogen peroxide, which is naturally a gift for Tom to his sculptor wife.

Quite a coincidence, the wreckage of the tank used to hide the gift was exactly the place where Wei Ran found Tom on the day of landing.

However, it wasn't until this time that Wei Ran noticed that the bucket contained far more than the skull he thought, and there were even some large and small scattered bones.

"Marshall, what's the matter with these hand bones?" Wei Ran asked in surprise, but he remembered them clearly, and they didn't have them yesterday.

"This is someone else's, don't worry about them, someone will take them away later."

As Marshall said, he picked up the white skull from the canvas bucket, wiped it carelessly with a towel brought in advance, and then walked back.

Shaking his head dumbfoundingly, Wei Ran followed behind, waiting to see how this generous Marshall could make Tom willing to accept this gift.

However, what surprised him was that when Marshall handed the wiped clean skull to Tom, the latter didn't even ask where it came from, and all the words of thanks came out of his mouth .

This contrasting scene matched the bible still studded with bullets beside Tom's bed, but Wei Ran couldn't help shivering.

Are you scared?Naturally not afraid.disgust?Maybe not.

What if this is not Guam, but the Chinese battlefield at that time?Then will I do the same thing as Marshall?
Maybe, but if conditions permit, maybe I won't let the other party easily become a corpse at all.

After Wei Ran was taken aback by the dark answer in his heart, he also had a little understanding of Marshall.

In this tent, among these American soldiers, the one who was most injured was not Will, the black man who was stabbed several times, or Tom, who was shot in the butt, or Randy, whose back was scratched, but the one who seemed to be smiling the happiest. Marshall.

Whether it was what happened on Saipan that they didn't understand, or the death of Sean that they witnessed, these things had already crushed Marshall.

As for the absurd things that Marshall did later, for a person who wanted to die, I'm afraid they were just some adjustments to keep him alive.

"I will send this gift to Laura as soon as possible." Pastor Tom's voice woke Wei Ran who was in a daze.

Under his gaze, Tom, who was lying on the bed, looked at the skull in his hand for a while, then took out a pen and tried it. Seeing that he couldn't write at all, he reached out and took out a pen from the box next to the bed after thinking for a while. Tube the shoe polish, then picked up a rifle bullet and dipped it in the shoe polish, and wrote a very familiar sentence on the white skull, "This is the best gift I can think of for you, Please don't worry about me, life here is boring, but at least it's safe enough, and I'll be back soon."

"Tom, it doesn't matter, you're bored with our friends around?" Randy asked like he was booing.

"Randy was right"

Marshall said dissatisfiedly, "You formed a band, sang and played the guitar every day, and someone helped you prepare a gift for your Laura. How about you? You feel bored."

"I don't say that, she'll think I'm looking for a woman," Tom explained grimly. "Laura's all right, but she's always worried that I'm going to fool around with other women."

"My wife is like that too." Black Will sighed empathetically. "She always thought I would sleep with those girls in the choir."

"So I said, it's better not to get married." Marshall joked lying on the bed, "If you don't get married, you can find any woman."

"Randy, don't listen to this asshole farting."

Tom put the head in the box next to the bed, "If the bastard Marshall was married, he wouldn't do so many ridiculous things."

"I've never done anything absurd," Marshall said, but threw the topic to Wei Ran, "Victor, tell me your opinion."

"Some people are suitable to have a family, such as Tom and Will, and some people are destined to die in a strip club." Wei Ran paused, "For example, Marshall."

"I thought you were praising me." Marshall responded indifferently, and asked curiously, "Victor, do you have a girlfriend or a wife?"

"Good question," echoed Tom first. "We don't think we've ever heard from you."

"Of course I have, but I'm not married yet."

Wei Ran picked up a bottle of Coke from the tin bucket with water beside the bed and bit it open. After taking a big gulp, he said, "Her name is Aurora, and she is a beautiful mixed-race girl who is very good at making money."

"It would be great if my girlfriend had these three advantages in the future," Randy said enviously.

"Three advantages?" Tom couldn't react for a while.

"Can make money, be mixed, and be beautiful." Randy said, wringing his fingers, "Aren't there three?"

"First of all, you need to have a girlfriend." Marshall joked, "But you are right, these are indeed three advantages. Even I don't mind marrying such a woman."

"Such a woman won't look at a scum like you." Pastor Tom mocked.

"What's the matter with you?" Seeing that Wei Ran didn't seem to have much energy, Will took the initiative to reach out to touch the Coke bottle.

"It's nothing." Wei Ran smiled, after all, he didn't say anything. Now he just wants to finish the last half month quickly and return to his own world.

But obviously, Marshall and the others obviously don't intend to let her go. After talking about the advantages and disadvantages of girlfriends or wives, their topic also shifted to the frontline warfare, and they asked about Wei Ran from time to time. View.

And at the end of the discussion and discussion, these idle bastards with five spines and six beasts opened a handicap on why the war would end.

"Victor, what about you? What day do you bet on?"

Tom put his pistol on the table while speaking, "I put my pistol on it, don't you feel tempted?"

"What's the use of my heartbeat?"

Wei Ran murmured to himself, and then gave the correct answer indifferently, "On the 12th, I guess the battle in Guam will end on the 12th, but the overall war may take a long time."

"OK, Victor bet on number 12!"

Before Marshall finished speaking, Randy dipped his finger in shoe polish and wrote down Wei Ran's guessed time on a wooden board.

"Victor, what's your bet? What's your bet?" Marshall asked.

"I don't have anything valuable on me." Wei Ran looked around, pointed at the camera by the bed and said, "Let's just leave it alone."

"OK, then the camera." After Tom finished speaking, Randy wrote the camera on the wooden board next to Wei Ran's name.

Looking at the time on the board, Wei Ran couldn't help sighing. Most of the four people were betting on the end of August, but Marshall was betting on the summer of next year.As for the thoughts behind this date, I am afraid that only Marshall himself knows clearly.

In this boring chat, the topic finally returned to the woman, and then they all took out the letter paper and wrote down their thoughts on their family members.

"Marshall, I'm afraid you have to write letters to many girls?" Wei Ran, who had no one to contact, teased with a smile.

"I'm writing a letter to my friend's girlfriend." Marshall's nonchalant explanation immediately made everyone stop writing and look up.

"Don't get me wrong." Marshall stopped writing and explained when he saw that everyone's eyes were getting weirder, "My friend died in the battle on Saipan."

"Marshall, we have to misunderstand this kind of thing." Tom frowned and said, "Even if you are a jerk, there are some things"

"She is my own sister"

Marshall lit a cigarette, "My friend's name is Greg, and he's from the same place as me and Sean. But the guy was lucky enough to have my sister Caroline as his wife, and Caroline was pregnant before we set off."

Speaking of this, Marshall rummaged through the box next to the bed and found a photo frame wrapped in newspaper. After opening it, he showed it to everyone, "That's Greg and my sister Caroline. In Saipan Greg Greg was eaten by those rats as food."

"Sorry." Tom, who questioned Marshall first, said apologetically.

"It's not you who should say sorry"

Marshall took a deep puff on his cigarette, "Caroline doesn't know about it yet, at least until she gives birth to Greg's child, we have to keep it from her."

"So you're corresponding with her as Greg?"

Wei Ran stared blankly at the men and women in the photo and asked, this photo is exactly the group photo that he has never found the corresponding person for! "

"Greg injured his hand a month ago, so his good friend Marshall could only write the letter for him. Sean helped to stop his death notice."

When Marshall said this, he burst into tears without any warning, "Now. Now that Sean is dead, I don't know. How long can I hide it for Greg."

"This war has caused us to lose too much." The black Will sighed silently, but threw the half-written letter into a box that served as a trash can.

Pastor Tom crossed himself on his chest and muttered a prayer, "May God bless that girl named Caroline, and may God bless her and Greg's child to come safely to this world full of wars."

　another day to add more

　　
　
(End of this chapter)