Chapter 116 Letter

Parks decided to put aside the matter of reporter McCarham McCarham for the time being. He is not used to being plotted, but he is not the kind of person who is obeduled by fate. Since he left the matter to Virginia, he believed that she would handle it well.

When Parks returned to Aldburn, several brothers came back, including Pep and Chris Denson who were injured, and Parks was more intimid to Chris Denson. After all, he was a guy who was brave in the battle. So the first thing he did was not go to see Winters, but to see the two of them.

"How do you feel?" Parks found the two of them in a barracks and asked as soon as he met them.

"I'm recovering well. I feel good!" Chris Denson smiled and said, "I even feel more energetic than before. Maybe it's because the food in the hospital is so good!"

"It's not this. I'm asking how it feels to go back to the barracks!" Parks shook his head and smiled.

Chris Densheng couldn't help but be stunned, then nodded and pointed around and said, "Well, it's very good. It's like coming home!" Then he pointed to Papp and said with a smile, "This guy is still a little unaccustomed to it. He has had a seat phobia since his buttocks blossomed. When his buttocks touch the chair, he will twitch.

When Pip saw Parks looking over, he couldn't help shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's a little uncomfortable. I mean my ass!" With that, his fingers pointed to his injured buttocks.

Parks smiled and patted Pip's arm: "Okay, I have to go." Then he turned around and left the barracks.

Pep watched Parks leave and couldn't help laughing at Chris Denson, "I didn't expect that I had just left for so few days. He was a lieutenant. God, the speed of promotion is simply enviable. If the war is over, what position do you think he can be promoted to? Captain? Major? ? Or the lieutenant colonel? Otherwise, let's make a bet!"

Chris Denson stared at him and shook his head and said, "Come on, Pip, I won't bet with you. Parks was promoted, which is what he deserves. I heard that someone was jealous, and finally turned the Cross of Parks into a Silver Star Medal. God knows what those guys in the Army Department think. Parks is the best officer in the airborne army!"

"Do you admire him very much?" Pip rolled his eyes at Chris Denson.

"Yes, I admire him very much. What's so strange about this? Who else in the E company won't admire him now? Including Company Chief Winters. Chris Denson nodded and said, "If I can obey his command in the battle, I will be absolutely relieved."

Pep shrugged his shoulders and didn't say anything. He just looked at the direction Parks left, thinking. He was injured in the battle of Brekut Manor and stayed in the rear hospital. Although he also heard something about Parks, once he really entered the row where Parks was, he was still full of curiosity. After all, Parks was a sergeant when he was injured. And now he has become a lieutenant, which is incredible.

"Normandy, we have lost a lot of brothers," Chris Denson suddenly looked a little gloomy, "but Parks can also let many brothers survive, Pip, if you want to live in the future, then listen to him! This is good for you!"

Pep nodded and said nothing more.

This trust in the officer, especially the trust of the brothers in Parks, has penetrated into the bone marrow. But it was also these trusts that made Parks create one victory after another.

Parks walked between the barracks. He was about to go to the company and talk to Winters. Come back by yourself and see if you can find something to do. Maybe you can write to the dead like Winters. Although this is not a good job, it is always better than Winters alone.

"Your officer!" He met Webster on the way, and Webster saluted him and greeted him.

Parks returned the gift and said with a smile, "I thought you would go to London!"

Webster nodded and said, "I've been there, but... I don't think it's suitable for it. It's too noisy. It makes people feel a little uncomfortable. So I came back."

Parks nodded and smiled, "Me too!" Then he nodded to him and walked straight to the barracks of the company.

Webster looked at Parks' back and then walked into his barracks. He still had a letter to finish. He had to finish it in the present time. Who knows if there will be a chance to write a letter in such a leisure time in the future?

This is his letter to his mother. He wants to tell his mother some of his feelings, as well as some of his views and thoughts on the war. And his mother always worried about him in her letters and wanted him to escape from the dangerous battlefield.

"... I think it's earned every day I live. I never think I will survive the next airborne. If I can't come back, you should be open-back. I hope I can convince you that you should take death as lightly as we are on the battlefield. In the smoke of war, you can expect casualties, you can expect someone to be killed, and you won't be surprised when your comrades-in-arms are hit in the face by machine guns. You can only continue. This is different from the lives of civilians. Sudden deaths in civilian life always make people feel unexpected..."

"... Do you prefer other people's sons to die in the mud? You want us to win the war, but obviously you don't want your son to bleed. This is really a self-contradictory mentality. There must be someone to fight and kill the enemy; there must be someone in the infantry or paratroopers. If the whole country has the attitude of you, no one will go to war. Everyone wants to stay in the rear service department. What will this country become..."

"... I hope to return to the battlefield as soon as possible, because I have to repay the Germans with a lot of bullets, and I have to throw grenades at them as much as possible. The Germans grabbed American paratroopers still wearing parachutes, cut their throats, stabbed them with bayonets, stripped their clothes, shot at them, and destroyed an ambulance. Because of these atrocities, we will never intend to show mercy to them. And after we saw the beachhead position and the exciting military power of the Allies, we knew that we would not lose. For paratroopers, they are here to bleed. I want to go back to the battle with the enemy..."

Webster wrote that many brothers appeared in front of him, especially those struggling in blood and fire and those convincing commanders.

"... Our company commander, Captain Winters, is a big man with a strong physique and believes in the role of enterprising spirit on the battlefield. Second Lieutenant Wales is small, dark and lazy, but quick-thinking. Only he can do funny and eye-opening things among the officers.

"...Second Lieutenant Compton, the leader of the 3rd platoon, is a friendly and kind guy who is the most loved by everyone. He always likes to brag about the University of California, Los Angeles in front of his brothers. But if I compare that university with the Harvard University I went to, I believe the answer is very obvious..."

"...I'm lucky that I have a very good platoon leader in the row of E Company. His name is Les? Parks is a lieutenant. And it's hard to imagine that he was a sergeant before skydiving with us. But after the Normandy War, he became a lieutenant. And I haven't officially been to the military academy for a day. He is smart, decisive, good at catching fighters, and he is the kind of fierce character in one hit. He also created a miracle, took eleven brothers deep into the rear of the German army, rescued more than 20 prisoners of war, and took over the German headquarters. This makes me full of curiosity and respect for him. And I am sincere, kind, and have a good relationship with every brother. I think that's why I have confidence in this war. There will be many such officers in our team. This is also an important reason why I have confidence to live until the end of the war..."

Webster finished writing the last word, and then read the letter again. He felt that there was no problem, so he put it in the envelope. War is no longer that terrible word for him.

Parks didn't know that Webster's evaluation of him, let alone that Webster's evaluation was actually the same as that of other brothers in the company. He was knocking on the door of the company's barracks.

"Oh, let's see who's here! Les--" It was Nixon who opened the door. He saw Parks at the door. First, he was stunned, then opened his arms and shouted in surprise.

"I've only been away for two days. Don't exaggerate!" Parks smiled, came in, and watched Winters sit at the table and smile at him. There was a typewriter on his desk.

"Are you still thinking about it?" Parks said, "This is indeed a very difficult thing."

Winters stopped his work, then looked at Parks and smiled, "I thought you would come back on the last day. Is it that the girls in London don't like American soldiers?

"That bunch of guys are so troublesome!" Parks sat down, and Nixon handed over a glass of wine. "I hope you haven't seen the newspapers these days. They almost turned it over."

Winters nodded as a matter of course: "It seems that you are also helpless with them."

"Let the gendarmes and police in London worry about it. It's time for a holiday, and we can't control it!" Nixson sat down next to Parks and took a sip of wine. "You see, Dick is always dissatisfied with his work."

"Because of writing a letter?"

"Yes, he has been thinking about it for a long time. Although every letter is in the same format, he still wants to behave differently." Nixon smiled and said, "He wants to write the letter more tactfully so that the mothers who have lost their sons can feel some comfort."

"Good idea!" Parks nodded.

"I think so, so I have to help him!" Nixon nodded and smiled.

Parks said to Winters, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Winters smiled and said, "No for the time being. Are you eager to find a job?"

"No, I think I should do something for them!" Parks shrugged his shoulders. "You know there's nothing to do now, and it's a little painful."

Winters spread out his hand, saying that he was speechless to Parks.

"It's great," Nixon whistled. "You don't have to worry about doing anything. After the holiday, our training will start again!"

(to be continued)