Chapter Forty-Eight: Before the Airborne

The ten-mile radius of the airport in Erpori had become a large barracks. There are minaret-like tents everywhere. There were also brothers disguised as Germans walking around the camp.

"Malachi, look at those guys, they're showing off here in German clothes." Hubler looked at a few guys wearing German officer uniforms and pistols pinned to their waists, and said unwillingly.

"Is that Ruger?" Marachi's eyes lit up a little, and he had already made up his mind to find a Luger gun on the battlefield.

Hubler smiled and said, "Wait, I'll go say hello!" As he spoke, he walked over to the guys who were disguised as Germans passing by, and greeted them from afar.

"Hey, which company are you from? Not very familiar, buddy! Hubl stepped forward and laughed.

The guy in the uniform of a German officer laughed: "We're British, not damn Germans, what?" Scares you? These were all sewn from Herman's tailor shop. ”

"Is that Ruger?" Hubler pointed to the guy's waist and smiled eagerly, "I feel like I'm touching a real Ruger pistol." ”

"Absolutely!" The guy took out the Luger pistol, then handed it to Hubler, looked at Hubler's very expectant eyes, and smiled proudly, "It's a good gun, isn't it?" ”

Hubl took it, rubbed it repeatedly, then raised his gun and made a gesture of aiming.

"Good, that's great!"

The guy still smirked, "This is a high-end product." ”

Hubl nodded and said, "That's right, it's a beautiful baby!" Then he turned and walked towards Malachi, shouting, "Hey, Malachi, this is the real Ruger!" As he spoke, he raised the gun in his hand.

"Hey, dude, don't get an inch!" The guy couldn't help but frown.

Hubl was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, walked back and said, "I'm sorry, man, I'll give it back to you!" With that, he reluctantly returned the gun to the guy.

"Someday I'll have one too!" Hubler watched the guys go away, and said with some reluctance, "I promise that my gun must have been captured by the onion Germans, and you guys will die of shame when the time comes!" ”

"I guess I should get it before you, though!" Malachi chuckled. Then he patted Hubler on the shoulder, "Okay, don't be depressed, let's go to the cafeteria, this time I want to have roast chicken, preferably with a fruit cocktail." ”

The cafeteria is those places where square tents are pitched.

"Kids, eat some more. Eat whatever you want. The fat chef with the beard always smiled, "After the roast chicken, you can have some juice and dessert or something." ”

"I love butter white bread!" Karber took the plate and said to Parks, "I think I need something to eat, roast chicken?" Or fruit wine. When Caber said this, he was already shy.

"Don't eat it, Kaber!" Parks couldn't help but laugh.

"I know, but I still have to eat!" "I feel like I'm fattening up and waiting to be sent to the slaughterhouse." I'm going to have to eat more, though! ”

"Do you want to learn from that doctor?" At this time, White, who was eating roast chicken next to him, suddenly interjected.

Carber's face turned red suddenly, and he said to White dissatisfied: "Don't say it so ugly, White, if I were going to do that, I would have done it a long time ago, do I still have to wait until now?" ”

The doctor they were talking about was a medical officer at the battalion headquarters the day before, who suddenly fell ill in the camp tent, and vomited and diarrhea very badly, and finally had no choice but to be sent back to the rear. But in the end, the results of the examination showed that he had indeed taken some medicine himself, which made him sick. Its intentions are very obvious, that is, they are reluctant to land in France. He became a deserter.

The entire 506 regiment already knew about this, although there were a few people who had the same idea as the doctor, but most of them regarded the doctor as a joke!

On June 2, while Winters was discussing with Lieutenant Meehan where to land this time, the camp gate opened, and it was Lieutenant Nickerson, who was already serving as an intelligence staff officer at the battalion headquarters, and Captain Hirst, a training staff officer.

"Oh, look who's coming!" Lieutenant Meehan smiled and asked the two to sit down, "Say, I know you. ”

"It's like Dick knows me!" Nickson joked, then turned to Captain Hearst, "Alright, I'll tell you the order." As he spoke, he pulled out a map and a lot of aerial photos.

"Oh, that's amazing, roads, buildings, etc., even foxholes are clearly visible." Lieutenant Meehan flipped through the stack of photographs and whistled. He unfolded the map, which showed in detail the features, houses, roads, sand dunes, and so on

"Company E parachuted in the vicinity of St. Mary de Monte, about ten kilometres south of the Church of Our Lady, with the aim of destroying the German defenders in the village and seizing the exit from causeway No. 2, the road leading from the beach to the north of the village of Boubeville. The task of the 3rd platoon was to blow up the communication line from Madrid to the interior. Nickerson said.

"We don't have backup?" Winters suddenly asked, "Or are several companies cooperating with each other?" ”

"Nope!" Nickerson couldn't help but smile, "It's up to you or God." ”

"That's a good plan!" Mihan couldn't help but smile bitterly. After the airborne, it was simply a situation of isolation. In other words, don't expect any kind of support.

"Stop complaining, Dick! This is the Airborne Forces, we were born to be surrounded. This is something we should have known from day one. Nickerson nodded, "Maybe God will be on our side." ”

Who will God bless? American or German?

After the combat mission was assigned to the company, the company also held an operational meeting at the platoon level. Winters and the other platoon commanders brought their men into the tent that served as a briefing room, showed them the sand table and maps, and briefed them on what they knew.

Many people gathered in the tents, looking very hot, took off their shirts and gathered around. Lieutenant Meehan then assigned tasks to the platoons.

"No, I'll pee!" Goneri stood up at this point, grabbed a piece of clothing, and walked out.

When he sat down, he reached into his pocket and tried to reach for a cigarette, only to find a letter.

"Dear John!" When Gunelley saw that it was actually Sergeant Martin's letter, "It looks like it's his wife's letter." Goneri put the letter away and fumbled for cigarettes, but he couldn't find it. In idleness, he fumbled the letter out again.

"Oh, John, don't blame me! I don't really have anything to do, you know, I usually sit on the toilet and smoke. Goneri smiled, and then spread the heart in his hand, "Maybe I'll learn how to talk sweetly to a girl from middle school!" ”

"Don't tell Goneri that his brother has died in Cassino, Italy!" As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly froze, and he felt as if his thoughts had suddenly disappeared, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Damn German devils!" Goneri gritted his teeth, "Wait and see, I'll send you bastards, human demons, and bitches to hell together." ”

When Goneri returned to the tent, his face was gloomy, and of course only Martin knew why.

"You saw it all?" After the meeting ended, Martin deliberately walked with Guneri.

"Yes, I saw it, Martin! I'll let the make the German devils look good! "I can't wait to go to war now, fly, fly, fly to Berlin, I'm going to kill them all." ”

"Don't get excited, brother!" Martin stepped forward and squeezed his hand, "There will come a day, you and your brothers, help you together, and kill all those bitches!" ”

Parks watched from afar as the two men talked, and Goneri looked angry, and he knew what was going on. Gunneri knew about his brother.

"Goneri, what's the matter?" Parks asked.

Goneri had a good impression of Parks, even if Martin told Parks about it. He just had a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Don't tell the other brothers!" Parks suddenly whispered to Martin.

"I see." Martin nodded.

By this time, the sunset had already enveloped the entire Öporley airport. People outside the barracks, who were still noisy all around, entered the camp tents one after another. Parks patted the two of them on the shoulder, "Let's go!" ”

Goneri stared hard at the air, then turned back to the tent with Martin.

Parks looked up at the sky, and it was still cloudy. Today is June 3rd. In just over a day, I will take off from here and parachute into French soil across the sea.

The night, like a giant beast, opened its huge mouth and swallowed it up with darkness.

Normandy, like a demure girl, quietly waiting for the beautiful umbrella flowers that are about to land from the sky.

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