Chapter 297: The Meaning of Death in Battle

The reconnaissance was more of a tactical adventure than a reconnaissance, and fortunately, the Germans were negligent in their precautions, which allowed the brothers involved in the reconnaissance to pass without incident. But it wasn't all smooth sailing, except for the changes. Someone was wounded, and the wounded man was the guy who was second lieutenant Jones, the guy who had just graduated from West Point.

On the way back, he was so panicked that he deviated from the direction of the group, unfortunately stepped on a German mine, and with a bang, his body was lifted up like a sack, and then fell heavily to the ground. Blood spilled out of the air, splashing a few points on the body and face of the nearest lieutenant Jones.

Second Lieutenant Jones survived uninjured because he was thrown to the ground by Maraki from behind. But this tragic scene still shocked him. The companion who had been joking with himself just now was sent to the sky by a landmine. "Poof", it fell heavily, and then there was his heart-rending scream.

"Shut up," Maraki yelled at the guy, then turned to Caber beside him, "find a way to shut him up, or we'll all be killed by him." ”

"Damn bastard," Kaber cursed, then crawled over and gave the hapless guy a burst of morphine. "If you want us to die with you, you can call it, second lieutenant," he said, throwing away his rifle and carrying him on his shoulders, running all the way to the intended location.

Bullets "whizzed" over their heads, and Second Lieutenant Jones was filled with fear and unease, and he was not satisfied with the bad attitude that Caber had treated his companions. But now he could only follow the team and speed towards the spot where they had placed their kayaks. He felt a little tight in his throat and had more and more difficulty breathing.

With a "poof", a German prisoner who was in custody next to him suddenly threw himself forward and let out a scream. He was shot, just as he was about to get into the kayak. Hit by a stray bullet from nowhere, the bullet hit his body with a very dull sound. Then there was his mournful cry for help.

"Put him here. Let's go back," Lieutenant Welfare yelled at the man behind him, and blew his whistle. The brothers all got into the kayak, and they still took two captives. As soon as the whistle sounded, the covering artillery fire of the US troops on the other side of the river burst in. The earth is shaking. As soon as the artillery in the rear rang out, the mortars and anti-tank guns in the front line also sounded.

There was a burst of fire, and then a red ball burrowed into the basement of a house on the opposite bank, and lifted the house into the sky. The shells exploded on the roads and firing points of the German troops, giving out an orange-red glow. Half a mile ahead of the U.S. military, a house began to burn. The 5o-mm guns of Company D, which was on cover duty, were firing non-stop. Strings of tracer bullets swept across the river and shot at the opposite bank. And the German Mg4 machine guns fired a large number of tracer rounds at D Company. All kinds of firelight were intertwined in the air, and there were meteor-like firelights flying everywhere.

"Quick, quick," Lieutenant Folley commanded, and raced towards the basement of the post, where Kaber and Malaki rushed in with the hapless West Point lieutenant and placed him on a table.

"Doctor, we need a doctor here," Captain Folley shouted at Heflang at the door, "go find a doctor, this guy can't hold on." Hurry up, man," Hefflang sped out the door. Then he shouted, "Piper, bring these two Germans over and search them again." ”

"It's okay, man, you're all right" All the patrol members gathered around, and the people at the sentry post also came, this guy let out a miserable scream, but all the people could only look at him anxiously and helplessly

"Man, you'll be fine, you'll be fine," said Second Lieutenant Jones, who had already parted the group, crouched down to the side, took his companion's hand, and comforted him.

"Command after command, tell the captain about our results" Lieutenant Welfare kept shouting, and then yelled at the messy room, "Shut up, shut up" The second lieutenant at West Point who went with him without permission was really a headache for him, and he didn't even know how to write this report.

The guy kept struggling on the table, kicking and kicking alternately, eyes rolling upwards. There was a "gurgling" sound of blood foaming from his mouth, and one hand kept clutching it empty, as if he wanted to grasp something.

"You have to calm down, man, you have to calm down, or I won't be able to help you" Second Lieutenant Jones took his other hand and then dealt with the people next to him, "Guys, get rid of it, hold his legs, don't let him struggle." Hurry up. Then he turned to look at him, "The doctor is coming, you'll be fine, but you need to be quiet."

"God, he's dying," Kaber sighed on the side.

"Shut up, Kaber." Second Lieutenant Jones couldn't help but glare at Kaber, then turned to him and said, "Don't listen to him, you'll be fine, everything will be fine." Don't just think about going back, man, we've just gone to war, we're here full of ambition, you can't just go back, your companions will laugh at your doctor coming soon" and then turned to the door and yelled, "Where is the medic?" Medic"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way" The door to the basement was pushed open with a bang, and Dr. Luo and Hefflang rushed in quickly, "Guys, get out of the way" Doctor Luo said and rushed to the front of the second lieutenant, then opened his eyes and looked at him, "Send it to the ambulance room, hurry up, he's dying" said to Heflang, "Spread the stretcher you brought"

Everyone carried the second lieutenant onto the stretcher, and was about to leave, when suddenly the second lieutenant's body suddenly moved up a few times, and two mouthfuls of blood suddenly coughed up from his mouth, and then like a deflated ball, he went limp. Motionless. Doctor Luo pressed the neck artery with his hand, then rolled his eyes and face again, and shook his head at everyone with a gloomy expression - he was dead

"Shit" Lieutenant couldn't help but slam his fist on the wall. Everyone fell silent, and quietly put the stretcher house on the ground, and Lieutenant Welfare took the blanket he had just wrapped from Maas, and spread it over the second lieutenant's body.

"God no, no," Second Lieutenant Jones suddenly screamed, drew his pistol, and rushed at the German prisoners who were trembling aside.

"Stop him," Lieutenant Folley shouted. Sergeant Martin had already stopped Second Lieutenant Jones and held his hand, yelling at him, "Damn, we don't want to do this again because of your impulse."

At this time, Captain Folley waved at Heflon and Maas, and motioned for them to carry the bodies out. Then he patted the arm of Second Lieutenant Jones, who was sitting on the ground and shrugged his shoulders while still crying bitterly, and said, "It's not your problem, second lieutenant, he's a good officer." He is also a qualified officer for West Point, where you graduated."

Jones stopped sobbing, looked up at Lieutenant Welfare, and said with a gloomy expression, "Sir, he graduated from West Point like me, and then came here by boat after participating in parachute training. God, it's only been 4 hours since he got here, he didn't even do anything, I don't know what to say"

"He's done well enough, he's done a very meaningful patrol, at least we did it, and he played a key role in that." Lieutenant Welfare patted Ensign Jones on the shoulder, then stood up and walked away, all he could say was that it didn't matter if it was a meaningful patrol mission or not, but at least the report should be written that way. But in reality, he was just on a stretcher in a damp basement, screaming in pain and dying helplessly under the watchful eyes of his companion, Second Lieutenant Jones, and a group of dejected GIs.

After the German artillery fire was suspended, the prisoners were taken to the battalion headquarters and handed over to Captain Winters. Captain Winters and Captain Parks were discussing something at the battalion headquarters, and Captain Welsh was there, along with Captain Lipton

"How's it going?" As Lieutenant Welfare walked in with his written report, Winters looked at him and asked.

"A newcomer to West Point, Second Lieutenant Jones' companion, Second Lieutenant Huck, was on his way back on the other side when he stepped on a landmine and died of his wounds. There were no other casualties, and the prisoners had already been brought in, and they were guarded outside. ”

"Very good" Captain Winters nodded, then turned to Compton and said, "Go take the prisoners and send them to the regimental headquarters" Compton nodded, and walked out.

"How's Ensign Jones?" Captain Parks asked.

"He's fine, but he's a little depressed" Lieutenant Fu nodded, "He's still a recruit, this is all the process he should go through, and sooner or later he will get used to it"

"It's okay," Parks nodded, he wasn't thinking about the hapless Ensign Huck now, but that Jackson, who had died under his own grenade, hadn't died, and that was enough. He didn't know the ensign, so he didn't want to say anything sympathetic, not that his heart was getting colder, but that war was enough to change a person's heart.

Afterwards Webster wrote in his diary: Ensign Huck was just o years old and had not yet begun life. He shouted and screamed, and died on a stretcher. In the United States, the standard of living is constantly improving. In the United States, horse betting on racetracks is booming, nightclubs are making unprecedented profits, and Miami Beach is so crowded that there is no housing to be found. Few people seem to care. Oh my God, this is prosperity, this is prosperity, and that's what we're fighting for. We read black market restaurants and saw producers demanding an immediate and gradual resumption of production of peacetime supplies. We doubt that people know that in order to win this war, soldiers are living in fear, they are bleeding, they are dying in appalling pain. ”