War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 455 Ferraro Weapons Store

During the last two days in the Guam rear camp, Wei Ran, Randy and Will had an uncomfortable time.Or to be more precise, since the morning after Marshall left Guam, the three of them were taken to tents far apart by several military officers whom they had never met before for separate interrogation.

As for the content of the inquiry, it was naturally about Marshall.

During this period, Wei Ran didn't know what Randy and Will said. After all, they didn't even have a chance to meet each other, but he relied on the anti-torture skills he had learned from Gorman. silence.

The soldiers who came to him for questioning would naturally not use torture, but Wei Ran also knew that no matter what he said, there was no way to change history, so the only thing he could do was to remain silent for a long time in response to the other party's question.

"Victor, I hope you can answer our questions frankly."

The officer sitting opposite said again impatiently, "We are not enemies, and we will not frame Marshall."

"What time is it?" Wei Ran, who hadn't spoken for three days, asked abruptly.

The person sitting opposite was stunned, rolled up his cuffs, looked at his watch and replied, "11:56 in the evening."

"Give me three minutes, and then I'll answer your question just now." Wei Ran said again, "Can you give me a bottle of Coke first?"

"Of course, of course."

The soldier with the rank of second lieutenant had already walked out of the tent before he could finish his sentence, and within two minutes, he brought back a bottle of cold Coke and a bottle opener and handed them to Wei Ran.

After taking the Coke, he bit it open with his teeth, Wei Ran raised his neck and took a big gulp, muttering to himself in Chinese, "The Coke in your era is really delicious."

"What did you say?" the second lieutenant asked blankly.

After taking another big gulp of Coke, Wei Ran hiccupped and waved his hand, "It's nothing, what time is it?"

"11:58"

The second lieutenant replied with a headache, compared to the black pastor and the young stretcher soldier, this medical soldier with the nickname of a veterinarian is like a stone that forgot to have a mouth.

"What question did you just ask?" Wei Ran seized the time to take another sip of cold Coke while speaking.

The second lieutenant repeated with suppressed emotions, "I said, we are not enemies, and we will not frame Marshall, so we hope you can answer our questions frankly."

"You are not the enemy, but where were you when Marshall was fighting those rats? Where were you when his friends were being eaten by those rats? Captain Sean in the Military Police and Chaplain Tom in my operation Where were you when you died on stage? I don't care how you decide Marshall's fate, but I think Marshall did the right thing."

After finishing this long paragraph, Wei Ran asked again without waiting for the other party to speak, "What time is it?"

Before the second lieutenant could open his mouth, intense white light filled his field of vision.Seeing this, Wei Ran muttered to himself, "I don't care what time you are."

"What did you say?" Before the white light in front of his eyes faded, a familiar voice came from his ear.

Rubbing his eyes vigorously, Wei Ran realized that he was sitting in a Willys jeep at this time, and the stretcher soldier Randy was driving next to him.Looking behind him, it was the black Will who asked him just now, and beside him, there was a huge wooden box.

He looked down at the newspaper he was holding in his hand. The headline on the front page was the news that President Truman had recently signed the 1946 Employment Act.And on his waist, there was even a holster hanging around his waist. He didn't even need to open it. He could already tell that it was Tom's sidearm just by the exposed pistol grip.

Looking around, there are a large number of warships docked in the port not far away, and the plants and leisurely pedestrians on both sides of the street are also full of strong tropical style.

"Don't look at Victor, we're going to Tom's house soon."

Randy, who was in charge of driving, said a little nervously, "I don't know if that bastard Marshall will be late."

"I think I've seen Marshall"

Will, who was sitting in the back row, stretched out his finger to the side of the road, "That bastard must be Marshall! But what happened to that baby carriage? Did this bastard come here with a baby carriage?"

Wei Ran followed the other party's guidance to look over, and immediately recognized the man on the side of the road wearing a flowered shirt and shorts, wearing sunglasses on his head, and holding a coconut with a straw in his hand, and beside him, also Indeed, as Will said, there was a stroller with a sunshade.

"I saw him too!" Randy said, and moved the steering wheel lightly to lean over.

"Marshall!" Randy yelled after hitting the brakes.

Hearing this, the man standing by the side of the road took off the toad mirror on his face, glanced at the people in the car, threw away the coconut in his hand, and happily touched his fists with the people who jumped out of the car, "Randy, Wei! Well, and Victor, I'm glad you're both alive!"

"We're glad you're alive too." Will bent down to look into the stroller, and then realized that there was actually a baby here.

"Marshall, haven't you been locked up in prison?" Randy asked with a look on his face, "What's going on with this little guy? A friend you met in prison?"

"My Sister Caroline's Child"

Marshall took the little guy out of the stroller and showed it to everyone, and said with regret in his tone, "After knowing the cause of Greg's death, Caroline suffered from depression and committed suicide shortly after giving birth to this guy." Yes, I was still in prison on vacation at the time."

"I'm sorry"

"it does not matter"

Marshall helped the little guy in his arms to raise his hands in salute, "This little guy is called Brown, which is the name Greg gave him when he was alive, and I will take care of him in the future."

"Such a young child will definitely learn bad things if he follows you." Black Will said unceremoniously.

“I am now a believer in God too”

Marshall pulled out a silver cross necklace from his neck and shook it, "Although I still often look for women as before, I am indeed a believer in God, just like I promised Tom back then."

When Tom was mentioned, everyone fell into silence one after another, only the little guy named Brown was babbling what they didn't understand.

"Tell me about your experience"

Marshall put the baby in his arms back in the stroller, changed the subject and asked, "How are you doing?"

"Will and I retired after the war last year"

Randy wanted to light a cigarette, but when he saw the pram surrounded by them, he immediately stuffed the cigarette he just took out into his pocket, "Before retiring, Will and I have been Military base in Guam, he's working for God, I'm working on the airport that's being built there."

Speaking of this, Randy couldn't help but smile, "You don't believe me, since the airport there was built, my job has changed from carrying a stretcher to carrying artillery shells. The incendiary bombs thrown in Tokyo before the end of the war last year Many of them were loaded onto the bombers by me."

"I can testify to Randy," Will said with a smile, "that bastard even tried to get me to put some curse on those Molotov cocktails more than once."

"What about you?" Marshall looked at Wei Ran with great interest.

"Yeah, what about you?" Randy took over, "You left Guam shortly after Marshall was taken, Victor, where have you been?"

"I" Wei Ran paused, and replied with a smile, "I retired and returned to Alaska shortly after Marshall left. Marshall, how about you? How have you been over the past year?"

"I'm much more relaxed than you guys," Marshall said mockingly, "I was kicked out of the army after that incident, and I was still basking in the sun in prison until a month ago."

Speaking of this, Marshall patted his forehead and asked, "I almost forgot the business, Will, Randy, do you still have the things I asked you to keep for me?"

"of course still"

While speaking, Will had already walked to the side of the jeep, reached out and opened the large wooden box.

There are quite a lot of things inside, besides a bulging canvas satchel, there is also a military uniform, a steel helmet, a canvas gun bag and a canvas medical bag that Wei Ran is very familiar with.

Will took out the medical bag, pulled out a 1911 pistol with flame marks from it, turned the handle of the gun and handed it to Marshall, "This is Captain Sean's side gun, and I have kept it carefully."

After taking the pistol, Marshall pulled the slide to check it. Seeing that there were no bullets in it, he put it directly into the grocery bag of the stroller beside him.

Until this time, Will took out a photo of Greg and his wife Caroline from the medical bag and returned it to Marshall, and then took out a plastic-sealed Bible.

Although the bible, which is only the size of a dictionary, has an extra layer of plastic film on the outside, you can still see the two bullets inlaid on it, as well as the blood that has long oxidized to black.

"Tom is back"

Marshall subconsciously muttered something while taking the Bible, and then said with a smile as if remembering something, "Belief in God is really a painful thing."

"It's a bit painful for you, but as long as you believe in God, our friend Tom is always there."

As Randy said, he reached out and patted the canvas gun bag in the box and the steel helmet next to it, "Do you still remember these things? You poked them in front of Tom's grave yourself."

"You brought all these back?" Marshall asked in surprise.

"When the war ended last year, Tom's body was going to be sent home, and he was the last one to leave Guam."

Randy sighed, "Will and I dug out his coffin, and brought these things back with us."

Marshall picked up the rusty steel helmet and looked at it, then put it back casually, "It seems that Tom is really back."

"He did come back"

Wei Ran, who had been silent for a while, pulled out the extraordinarily beautiful 1911 pistol from the holster on his waist, "Even I have traces left by that bastard Tom here."

"He's an asshole"

Marshall smiled, raised his finger and pointed to a weapons store not far away more than ten meters away and said, "Just park the car here, and then we will go to Tom's store. To be honest, I arrived yesterday, but there has been no Have the courage to visit his store."

"Let's go together, I hope that Ms. Laura likes the gift Tom gave him." Will the black man looked at the bulging satchel in the wooden box unsurely, and finally carried it in his hand.

A group of people surrounded the baby carriage pushed by Marshall and walked silently to the door of the store. They all looked up at the photo of "Ferraro Arms Store", and couldn't help thinking of the string of tattoos on Tom's buttocks.

The four of them looked at each other, and then they walked into the store in a line without any anxiety.

(End of this chapter)