Ron came to the beach, and in front of him was a calm sea, without a hint of wind wrinkling; The waves were as thin as air, and they ran across the sand, without sound or foam. The silence all around makes it seem like the recent battle is a nightmare in another world. At this time, the sky is admirable, the black flowers formed by the explosion of the exploding anti-aircraft shells that once filled the sky have long since dispersed, and there is no smell of gunpowder smoke in the air. The stars gradually emerged from the deeper and deeper of the sky. There was a dinghy that had dropped anchor in the bay, and two boats. To the left, you can see a lighthouse on the reef in the distance, and to the right is a sparse coconut grove.

After the battle, Ron didn't slowly return to Hawaii with the fleet, as he had a quicker way to go back in a B17 with the Army guys. So after a brief summary, Ron took a seaplane to Midway.

Back in the army barracks, Ron did not feel the ease and joy after the victory in the battle. In the Battle of Midway, the Army paid a huge price, most of the downed planes were Army's, and they had almost nothing to gain when attacking ships, except for shooting down some Japanese planes during air defense operations.

Now the beds in the barracks are much more empty all at once, although the bombardment of the Japanese in the morning has blown up some of the battalions: one: this: reading: novel 3w.ybdu room, but there are still more beds left. The officers were carefully checking the belongings left behind by the fallen soldiers, and more than half of the entire wing did not return. The base sent seaplanes to search for possible survivors, but found nothing until the evening. Wing Captain Braun sat in an office with the chaplain, writing one after another the same, bitterly worded letters:

"Hello, Ms. Mary!

I am a comrade-in-arms of your son Jack, and your son has been very heroic in this battle...... We are very proud to have fought alongside your son and hope you ......"

"Hello, Mr. Robert!

I am a comrade-in-arms of your son Tom, and your son has been very brave in this battle...... We are very proud to have fought alongside your son and hope you ......"

"Hello, Ms. Anne

I am your son, Jerry's comrade-in-arms, and your son has been very brave in this battle...... We are very proud to have fought alongside your son and hope you ......"

Outside the barracks, next to the flagpole that had been blown down, a soldier sat on a nearby step and played a sad tune on his harmonica. To be honest, his skills are average, but that sad tone is deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

It was in this atmosphere that Ron returned to the army barracks. An officer named Kanu helped him arrange a temporary bed so that he would be back to Oahu tomorrow anyway.

The atmosphere in the barracks was suffocating, which made Ron, who had just been happy to win the battle, feel uncomfortable. So, after putting his things away, he walked out of the barracks and slowly swayed across the road outside the barracks to the sea. I found a reef and sat down alone.

"Did I really do everything I could?" Ron tortured himself in his mind.

"It's true that I've done a lot of things. I told them a lot of things. There will be losses, there will be deaths, there will be ...... in war But I, a guy from decades later, can do more than that. I know more effective tactics, I know the direction of development of many technologies, especially my own specialty, although those things in later generations are much more advanced than those of this era, but in fact, according to the level of craftsmanship of this era, it is not impossible to copy those things, at least it is not impossible to copy simplified versions. I knew I would have a longer sabbatical when I went back, and I could use that time to ......"

At this moment, the roar of an airplane engine interrupted his contemplation, and he looked up and saw that a plane was landing at the airport not far away, although it was already night, and he could not see clearly, but he could still tell from the familiar roar of the plane's engine that it was a seaplane.

"Is something happening again?" Ron thought.

"Did you find a survivor?" Other people in the barracks who saw the plane thought so.

At 7 o'clock the next morning, just after breakfast, the transfer back to Oahu began. The pilots of Army Airlines arrived at the airport to take the B17 back to Hawaii. At the airport, Ron unexpectedly meets two acquaintances.

"Hey, Ron!" One guy was waving at him in an exaggerated motion, and another stood by smiling.

Ron recognized that it was Petrov, the fighter pilot on the USS Yorktown, waving at him, and that standing next to him was the bomber pilot Ram.

"Hey, why are you here?" Ron was surprised.

"I'll tell you!" Petrov said as he exaggeratedly winked his eyes at Ram. "Somebody is in a hurry to get married. So the general opened the back door for him and let us take your plane back to Pearl Harbor first. ”

"Oh, Ram, is there such a thing? Why didn't I know anything beforehand? You're too tight-mouthed! Ron feigned dissatisfaction and punched Ram in the chest, "Not enough friends!" ”

It was always a great joy to receive such news after the war, and even the army pilots who did not know Ram congratulated him. Ram just stood there, smirking at those who congratulated him.

This kind of good news always makes people relax and be happy, and even people who are not very concerned with the matter are happy in this frolic. Everyone gathered around the groom's official and demanded that he teach him the skills of chasing women, or asked to see pictures of the bride. There are also people who deliberately start to publish various theories of sour grapes based on the principle of a fox who can't eat grapes. All this left the somewhat introverted Ram at a loss.

What's even more odious is that Petrov, who is also from the navy like him, not only watched him being bullied by the army, but even deliberately contributed to the trouble. However, it seems that Ron, who keeps saying that he has been through the hardships with Ram, is not doing much better. Yes, the war is too cruel. What could be more reliant from the oppression of war than having a wedding like this after a brutal Great War?

Ram's embarrassing uproar finally subsided for the time being—he was about to get on the plane. Ram, Petrov and Ron, of course, sat on a plane. Just as I was boarding the plane, the guy who played the harmonica last night played the harmonica again. It seemed to be Wagner's wedding march, and at first it was like that, and the other guys also lined up in a row and sang to the music:

The sound of the piano is melodious, the flowers are blooming, and the solemn temple is splendid.

Singing with heartfelt blessings, let us praise this happy time.

The young groom is brave and strong, and the beautiful bride is gentle and dignified.

The beauty of youth is unforgettable, and the purity of heart is praised by all,

Loyal love is unswerving, and love each other for a long time.

……

But before he could sing two sentences, the accompanying harmonica suddenly went out of tune, causing everyone to follow suit, and finally they didn't know what they were singing. So everyone laughed and laughed again.

After a bit of frolic, everyone got on their own planes. With the roar of the engines, the plane began to accelerate forward and then took off. Ron also had a few people on their plane, and these uninvited guys had no ill intentions at all, and continued to make Ram happy as soon as they got on the plane. They seemed to enjoy Ram's embarrassing embarrassment, and his words became more and more presumptuous, and the topics became more and more inappropriate. So much so that Major Braun, who was also in the plane, couldn't stand it anymore and had to stand up to stop these fools who continued to vent.

Ram glanced at Major Braun gratefully, then bowed his head silently, and looked out of the observation window of the plane, which was now nearly noon, and beneath the plane were patches of white cotton-wool clouds, which sometimes dispersed to reveal the turquoise blue sea that glittered in the bright sun.

With Braun's intervention, the bad boys, who could no longer make Ram happy, began to talk to Petrov. They first inquired about yesterday's naval battle. In fact, yesterday everyone knew that the Navy had won. But at that time, many people were immersed in the grief of losing their comrades-in-arms and did not pay much attention to the news. In addition, war reports are always concise, and people often want to know more about the details.

These questions made Petrov more and more proud, and he began to boast of his bravery with splatters. However, everyone is a peer, and they all know which of these words are true and credible, which ones need to be discounted in half, and which ones simply need to be discounted by 0.01.

In Petrov's narrative, there are too few that are true and credible, and there are not many that can be discounted, and the rest are all discounted by 0.01.

"I rolled sideways, and I rode the 6 of the Zero, this action is my specialty, and I just pressed the Zero under the front like this, like pressing the most slutty bitch. At that time, the distance between us was more than 500 meters, so the Zero didn't panic at all, and it was another sharp turn to get rid of me. But who am I, as soon as Ya's ass is cocked, I know what his idea is. Just before he turned, I rolled in that direction. As soon as I turned the corner, I thrust hard into his inner circle, firmly encased him in my aura, and then I pressed his ass and shot hard......"

After messing around for a while, everyone's interest gradually faded. A few of the people who had made the most trouble just now are now starting to get sleepy. Now it's time to get down to business.

"Petrov," Ron asked, "it wasn't you who got married, why did you come along?" ”

"That guy pulled me on as the best man with a dead face." Petrov continued to look triumphant, "I told him that a handsome and dashing person like me, standing next to him, will steal his limelight." But he still insisted, so I reluctantly made it difficult. ”

"Oh," Ron asked suddenly, "how is William?" ”

"William had a little wound on his hand. But it's not a big deal. ”

"Oh, I know why it's you." Ron said.

"What do you mean? But, well, he's better suited than me to be the best man, because he's not as handsome as me. "Somebody's inflating themselves again.

"You're going to do it yourself." Rarely, Ram retorted.

"Aren't I worried about you being bullied?" Petrov was not at all embarrassed. However, does he really help Ram not be bullied? No matter how you look at it, he is helping others to bully Ram.

"I'm afraid it's the bridesmaid's idea, right?" Major Braun thrust in suddenly and forcefully.

Petrov's eyes widened and he looked at Major Braun, "How do you know?" ”

……

When Ron was woken up on the plane, it was already over Pearl Harbor. Now it is the time for the lights to come on, looking down from the observation window of the plane, you can still vaguely see some traces left by the sneak attack and bombing of the Japanese plane at that time, but the painful depression that weighed on everyone's hearts last night has long been gone with the wind, after all, life has to go on, after all, tomorrow is a new day.