Chapter 297 The Meaning of Death

This reconnaissance activity was not so much a reconnaissance as a tactical adventure. Fortunately, the Germans were negligent in prevention, which allowed the brothers who participated in the reconnaissance to pass smoothly. But this is not a smooth sailing, except for the change in the middle. Someone was injured, and the injured person was the companion of Second Lieutenant Jones, the guy who just graduated from West Point.

On the way back, he was too panicked and deviated from everyone's direction. Unfortunately, he stepped on the German mine. With a bang, his body was lifted up like a sack, and then fell to the ground heavily. Blood spilled out in the air and splashed a few points on the body and face of Second Lieutenant Jones closest to him.

Second Lieutenant Jones survived and was not injured because he was thrown to the ground by Marachi behind him. But this tragic scene still shocked him. The companion who had played a joke with himself just now was sent to the sky by a landmine. With a bang, it fell heavily, and then there was his heartbreaking shouts.

"Shut up!" Malachi yelled at the guy, then turned to Capper beside him and said, "Find a way to shut him up, or we will all be killed by him."

"Damn asshole!" Carbo scolded, then climbed over and gave the unlucky guy a burst of morphine. Some looked at him fiercely and said, "If you want us to die with you, just call me, second lieutenant!" With that, he threw away the rifle, picked him up, and ran all the way to the predetermined place.

The bullets flew over their heads. Second Lieutenant Jones was full of fear and uneasiness, and he was also dissatisfied with Kaber's bad attitude towards his companions. But now he can only run quickly with the team to the place where they put the kayak. He felt that his throat was a little tight, and it was more and more difficult to breathe.

With a bang, a German prisoner guard beside him suddenly fell forward and let out a scream. He was hit just as he was about to go kayaking. He was hit by a stray bullet from nowhere, and the bullet hit him and made a very dull sound. Then there was his sad cry for help.

"Pour him here. Let's go back!" Lieutenant Welfare shouted at the people behind him, and then blew the whistle. The brothers all got on the kayak, but they still took away two prisoners. As soon as the whistle sounded, the cover gunfire of the U.S. military on the other side came. The earth is shaking. As soon as the cannons in the rear sounded, the front mortars and anti-tank guns also sounded.

A flash of firelight, and then a red ball drilled into the basement of a house on the other side, immediately lifting the house to the sky. The shell exploded on the German road and fire point, emitting orange-red fire. Half a mile ahead of the U.S. military, a house began to burn. The 50mm machine gun of Company D, which served as a cover mission, kept firing. A string of tray flares swept across the river and shot at the other side. The German MG42 machine gun fired a large number of trenx at Company D. All kinds of firelight are intertwined in the air, and meteor-like firelight is flying everywhere.

"Quick, fast!" Lieutenant Foley commanded the team members and rushed to the basement of Post No. 2. Karber and Malaqi rushed in carrying the unlucky Second Lieutenant of the West Point Military Academy and put him on a table.

"Doctor, we need a doctor here!" Lieutenant Foley shouted at Hevran at the door, "Go to the doctor. This guy can't stand it. Hurry up, man!" Hevran ran out of the door quickly. Then he shouted, "Pip, take these two Germans over and search them."

"It's okay, man, you're okay!" All the patrol members gathered around, and the people at the No. 2 sentry also came over. This guy shouted miserably, but all the people could only look at him anxiously and helplessly, helpless!

"Man, you'll be fine, you'll be fine!" Second Lieutenant Jones had separated the crowd. He squatted down, took his companion's hand, and couldn't help comforting him.

"Conduct the headquarters one after another, tell the captain our results!" Lieutenant Foley kept shouting, and then shouted at the messy room, "Shut up, shut the fuck up!" The second lieutenant of the West Point Military Academy who followed him privately really gave him a headache. He didn't know how to write this report.

This guy kept struggling on the table, kicking his legs alternately, and his eyes turned up. There was a "cluck" sound with blood foam in his mouth, and one hand kept grasping in the air, as if to grab something.

"You have to calm down, man. You have to calm down, or I can't help you!" Second Lieutenant Jones held his other hand and then dealt with the people around him. "Guys, get rid of it, hold his leg, and don't let him struggle. Hurry up." Then he turned his head and looked at him, "The doctor is coming. You'll be fine, but you have to be quiet!"

"God, he's fucking dead!" Kaber couldn't help sighing.

"Shut up, Carbo." Second Lieutenant Jones couldn't help staring at Cap, then turned his head to him and said, "Don't listen to him. You'll be fine. Everything will be fine. Don't think about going back like this, man. We just went to the battlefield. We came here with ambitions. You can't just go back like this. Your companions will laugh at you! The doctor will be here soon!" Then he turned his head to the door and roared, "Where the fuck are the medical soldiers?" Medical soldiers!"

"Bop out of the way, get out of the way!" The door of the basement was pushed open, and Medical Officer Luo and Hevran rushed in quickly, "Guys, let the way out!" With that, Medical Officer Luo rushed to the second lieutenant, and then opened his eyes and looked at him, "Sent to the ambulance room. Hurry up, he's dying!" With that, he said to Hefran, "I will lay out the stretcher I brought!"

Everyone carried the second lieutenant on the stretcher with seven hands and eight feet. Just as he was about to leave, the second lieutenant suddenly straightened up a few times, and his mouth suddenly coughed out two mouthfuls of blood, and then he collapsed like a deflated ball. It's motionless. Medical Officer Luo pressed the neck artery with his hand, then opened his eyes and face, and shook his head at everyone with a gloomy look - he died!

"Shit!" Lieutenant Fli couldn't help punching the wall. Everyone was silent and quietly took the blanket he had just wrapped on the floor of the stretcher house. Lieutenant Foley took off the blanket he had just wrapped from Mas and covered the second lieutenant.

"God! No, no!" After a short silence, Second Lieutenant Jones suddenly screamed, pulled out his pistol, and rushed to the trembling German prisoners standing aside.

"Stop him!" Lieutenant Welfare shouted. Sergeant Martin had stopped Second Lieutenant Jones and held his hand, yelling at him, "Damn it, we don't want to perform such a task again because of your impulse!"

At this time, Lieutenant Folly waved to Hefran and Maas, signaling them to carry the bodies out. Then he patted the arm of Second Lieutenant Jones, who sat on the ground and couldn't help crying and shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's not your problem, Second Lieutenant. He is a good officer. For your graduation, he is also a qualified officer!"

Jones stopped sobbing, looked up at Lieutenant Welfare, and said with a gloomy face, "Sir, he graduated from West Point like me, and then came here by boat after participating in skydiving training. God, this is the time he just arrived here for only 24 hours. He didn't even do anything. I don't know what to say!"

"He has done well enough! He carried out a very meaningful patrol mission, at least we completed it! He plays a key role in this. Lieutenant Foley patted Second Lieutenant Jones on the shoulder, then stood up and left! He can only say that whether this is a meaningful patrol mission is no longer important, but at least it should be written like this in the report. But in fact, he just screamed in pain and died helplessly on a stretcher in a wet basement, under the gaze of his companion, Second Lieutenant Jones and a group of depressed soldiers.

After the German artillery was suspended, the prisoners were escorted to the battalion and handed over to Captain Winters. Captain Winters and Captain Parks are talking about something in the camp. Lieutenant Wales is also there, and Lieutenant Lipton!

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

"A new graduate of West Point, Second Lieutenant Jones's companion, Second Lieutenant Huck, stepped on a mine on the way back to the other side. He was seriously injured and died. There are no other casualties! The prisoner has been brought here, and someone is guarding him outside.

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

"How about Second Lieutenant Jones?" Captain Parks asked.

"He's fine, but he's a little depressed!" Lieutenant Foley nodded and said, "He is still a recruit. This is the process he should go through, and he will adapt to it sooner or later!"

"As long as it's okay!" Parks nodded. What he was thinking now was not the unlucky Second Lieutenant Huck, but that Jackson, who had died under his grenade, was not dead, which was enough. He didn't know the second lieutenant, so he didn't want to say anything sympathetic. It was not that his heart was getting colder and colder, but that war was enough to change a person's heart.

Afterwards, Webster wrote in his diary: Second Lieutenant Huck was only 20 years old and had not yet begun to live. He shouted and died on the stretcher. In the United States, the standard of living is constantly improving. In the United States, the gambling business on the racecourse is booming, nightclubs have made unprecedented profits, and Miami Beach is very crowded and can't find a house at all. It seems that few people care. God, this is prosperity, this is prosperity, and that's what we fight for. We saw the black market restaurant in the reading, and we saw that the producers requested to immediately and gradually resume the production of materials in peacetime. We doubt whether people know that in order to win this war, soldiers are living in fear, bleeding and dying in appalling pain.

(to be continued)