April 1, 1941, April Fool's Day. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Early in the morning, the sleepy-eyed recruit Grant was kicked out of bed by the sergeant major. Grant had only arrived at the Klebe barracks yesterday morning. As soon as he arrived, he found that the treatment here was like heaven compared to the boot camp in Georgia. Not only did there be comfortable beds, hot and unlimited meals, everyone had a hot shower, a haircut, and a shave.

Before coming to the 82nd Division, Grant had heard that the division's commander, Major General Bradley, was known as a "general soldier" and was very popular among the soldiers. Now he finally knows why. Grant, who has been a foodie since childhood, thinks that as long as he can continue to maintain the same standard of food as yesterday, he will also like the general.

While Grant was brushing his teeth and looking forward to today's breakfast, Private Jeff, who was in the same room with him, suddenly sneaked up to him and whispered mysteriously, "Grant, have you heard?" There's a big star coming to us this morning. ”

"Come on, Jeff. Don't think I didn't know it was April Fool's Day. Although they had only known each other for less than a day, Grant had already discovered that Jeff had the potential to be a tabloid reporter. After the lights went out last night, this guy had been instilling in them all sorts of unreliable rumors that he had heard, causing Grant to fall asleep very late.

"I didn't lie to you, it's true." Seeing that Grant didn't believe it, Jeff pointed out the window and said, "Look for yourself, there's a fat colonel with a large group of reporters looking like guys walking towards the training ground." ”

Grant looked out the window with a toothbrush in his mouth, and there was a group of guys with cameras in the distance.

Last Christmas, Grant had a labor encounter at boot camp. It was Miss Patricia Donnelly (Miss America 1939) who came to pay their respects. At that time, hundreds of lucky people in the boot camp got the opportunity to kiss this beauty, although it was not Grant's share, but it also made him addicted. Could it be that this kind of good thing was caught up by him again.

Soon, though, Grant dismissed the speculation. Today is the first day of the official training of the 82nd Division, how can you invite a star to come over at this time.

"You say, which big star will come to work in the army? It would be great if Rita Hayworth (Hollywood sexy actress, known as American Eros) would be great! Jeff also said excitedly on the side.

"Come on, Miss Hayworth is still making movies, how did she come here?" Grant ruthlessly shattered Jeff's dreams: "Maybe it's the big man in Washington who is coming." ”

Two hours later, Grant and Jeff realized they had both guessed wrong. Amid the salute and military music, the man who was surrounded by Bradley was a tall and thin old man wearing an old soldier's uniform.

"Jeff, who is this old man? Even Commander Bradley walked behind him. Grant couldn't help but whisper to Jeff, who was standing to his right.

"I don't know, I guess it's a combat hero. Look at those medals on his chest. "When Sergeant York received the Medal of Honor, most of Grant's recruits weren't born yet. And he's been living in seclusion on a Tennessee farm for the past twenty years, and it's unlikely that anyone would recognize him, even if they've heard of his legend.

Grant: They were still speculating about the identity of Sergeant York, and the reporters on the sidelines couldn't wait. As soon as Sergeant York and his entourage stepped onto the rostrum, they rushed up and slapped the "strongest soldier" and "first sharpshooter" of the United States, who had not appeared for many years, and the spotlight flashed.

Sergeant York is obviously not very comfortable with this kind of "star" treatment, and he is a little stiff in front of the camera after not showing up for a long time. It wasn't until the reporters had had enough of filming and that Bradley began to introduce him to everyone that he eased up a bit.

"Damn, this old man is Sergeant York!" Jeff exclaimed, grabbed Grant's arm and shook it.

"Ahem, ahem! What Sergeant York? Grant hadn't been listening to Bradley at all, and was quietly pulling out a hidden sugar-coated peanut from his coat pocket and preparing to put it in his mouth. Jeff shook it like this, so much so that he almost choked on peanuts.

"Sergeant York, the strongest warrior in the legend. It is said that during World War I, he single-handedly killed a battalion of Germans. Jeff was back to buying and selling, gossip he didn't know where he had gotten it.

"How could it be. You're talking about Superman. There are four or five hundred men in one battalion. It's four or five hundred pigs, and one person can't handle it. Grant said disdainfully.

"I also listen to other people." Jeff was embarrassed to argue that he also felt that the rumors were a little unbelievable. "But he's super powerful, didn't the division commander say just now, he is the only living Medal of Honor recipient in the history of the 82nd Division (another Colonel Pike was awarded the Medal of Honor posthumously)."

"That's amazing!" Grant suddenly felt that the old man on the rostrum was much taller. The Medal of Honor is the highest honor for American soldiers, and it is impossible to get it without particularly remarkable military exploits. And most of the Medal of Honor recipients are either dead or disabled, and this old man doesn't seem to be missing arms or legs, not like he has been seriously injured, so it's even more difficult. Interested, Grant began to listen carefully to Sergeant York's speech.

Truth be told, Sergeant York's speech was genuinely good. Although he was a little stiff at first because of his rustiness, he soon used his humble and contagious words to firmly attract media reporters and officers and men of the whole division. Even John, who was behind the podium and was in charge of scheduling the entire event, stopped his work several times and listened attentively to his speech.

Gradually, there was no more murmur in the large playground of more than 10,000 people, and only the voice of Sergeant York echoed in the air. The officers and men were immersed in the glorious history of the 82 nd Division that he described, and from time to time burst into cheers and applause for the heroic spirit of their predecessors.

All of this was recorded on camera by ABC's live TV team and transmitted to television viewers across the United States via electromagnetic waves. Later today, a recording of Sergeant York's speech will also appear on ABC, CBS and Common Broadcasting Corporation radio programs.

Coupled with the interviews and reports of hundreds of paper media on the scene, it is not difficult for people with a little news knowledge to predict that Sergeant York and the 82nd Division will be on fire this time.

At this time, reporters from several of these media outlets approached Colonel Pope, who was in charge of media reception, and said that they were all very interested in the story of the 82nd Division and wanted to conduct an in-depth interview with this heroic unit in order to show the public how the 82nd Division was reborn from the ashes and rebuilt its glory.

Faced with these requests of the "uncrowned king", Pop agreed without even thinking about it. Especially after those reporters offered to conduct an exclusive interview with him, Pope patted his chest and said that he would fully cooperate with their interview.

In his opinion, whether it is for the 82nd Division or for himself, this is a good thing that cannot be found with a flashlight. I don't know, when he is promoted to brigadier general in the future, this interview can still give him extra points (promotion to general requires a presidential nomination, Senate deliberation, and sometimes a good public image can add a lot of points).

How did he know that he, an old fritter who had been in the staff department for more than 20 years, had unknowingly bitten the bait that John had set for him. Originally, he wanted to take a good look at John, but he will soon become the object of the other party's pinching.