Ron came to the beach. In front of him was a calm sea without a trace of wind. The waves were as thin as air and spread over the sand. There was no sound and no foam. The surroundings were quiet, which made people feel like they were there not long ago.

That war was like a nightmare that happened in another world. The sky at this time was amazing. The black flowers formed by the explosion of exploding anti-aircraft shells that once filled the sky had long since dispersed, and there were also dark flowers in the air.

I can no longer smell any smoke. From the beach, the setting sun has long sunk into the bottom of the sea. However, when a plane flies over from high altitude, it can still pull out a long golden and red track. The stars gradually disappear from the sky.

The sky is getting darker and darker. There is an anchored dinghy and two boats in the bay. To the left, you can see the lighthouse on the rocks in the distance, and to the right is a sparse coconut grove.

After the battle, Ron did not slowly return to Hawaii with the fleet, because he had a faster way - to go back in a B17 with the Army guys. So after a brief summary, Ron took a

A seaplane arrived at Midway Island.

Returning to the Army's barracks, Ron did not feel the relief and happiness after winning the battle. In the Battle of Midway, the Army paid a huge price. Most of the downed aircraft belonged to the Army, and in addition to their air defense operations, they

Apart from shooting down some Japanese aircraft, there was almost nothing gained when attacking ships.

Now the beds in the military camp are suddenly very empty. Although the Japanese bombing in the morning has blown up some barracks, there are still more beds left. The officers are carefully checking the belongings left by the fallen soldiers. The entire regiment

More than half of the people failed to come back. The base sent seaplanes to search the sea areas where there might be survivors, but still found nothing until night. Captain Braun and the military chaplain stayed in an office and wrote one letter after another.

One after another, the same, painfully worded letters were written:

"Hello Ms. Mary!

I am a comrade-in-arms of your son Jack. In this battle, your son performed very bravely... We are deeply proud to fight side by side with your son, and sincerely hope that you..."

"Hello Mr. Robert!

I am a comrade-in-arms of your son Tom. In this battle, your son performed very bravely... We are deeply proud to fight side by side with your son, and sincerely hope that you..."

"Hello Ms. Anne,

I am a comrade-in-arms of your son Jerry. In this battle, your son performed very bravely... We are deeply proud to fight side by side with your son, and sincerely hope that you...

"

Next to the blown-down flagpole outside the military camp, a soldier sat on the steps nearby and played a sad tune on the harmonica. To be honest, his skills were average, but the sad tune left a deep impression on him.

In everyone's heart.

In this atmosphere, Ron returned to the Army barracks. An officer named Kanu helped him arrange a temporary bed. Anyway, he can return to Oahu tomorrow.

The atmosphere in the military camp was suffocating, which made Ron, who was just happy for winning the battle, feel uncomfortable. So, after putting away his things, he walked out of the barracks and walked slowly across the road outside the military camp to the seaside.

.I found a rock and sat down alone.

"Did I really do everything I could do?" Ron asked himself in his mind.

"Indeed, I did a lot of things. I told them a lot of things. In war, there will be losses, there will be deaths, there will be... But I, a person from decades later, can do more than that. I

I know more effective tactics, and I know the development direction of many technologies, especially my own profession. Although the things of later generations are much more advanced than the things of this era, in fact, according to the level of craftsmanship of this era, those things are not impossible to copy.

At least it is not impossible to copy a simplified version. I know that I will have a long vacation when I go back, and I can use this time to..."

At this time, the roar of an airplane engine interrupted his meditation. He looked up and saw a plane landing at the airport not far away. Although it was already night and he couldn't see clearly, he still

You can tell from the familiar roar of the aircraft engine that it is a seaplane.

"Did something happen again?" Ron thought.

"Have survivors been found?" Others in the military camp who saw the plane thought.

At 7 o'clock the next morning, just after breakfast, the transfer back to Oahu began. The pilots of the Army Airlines arrived at the airport, preparing to take the B17 back to Hawaii. At the airport, Ron unexpectedly met two people.

An acquaintance.

"Hey, Ron!" One guy was waving to him in an exaggerated manner, and another guy was standing aside with a smile.

Ron recognized it. The person waving to him was Petrov, the fighter pilot on the Yorktown aircraft carrier, and standing next to him was bomber pilot Ram.

"Hey, why are you here?" Ron was surprised.

"Let me tell you!" Petrov said while exaggeratingly winking at Ram. "A certain guy was in a hurry to go back and get married. So the general opened the back door for him and asked us to take your plane back to Pearl Harbor first.

go."

"Oh, Ram, is there such a thing? How come I didn't know about it beforehand? You're too tight-lipped!" Ron pretended to be dissatisfied and punched Ram on the chest, "You're really not a good friend!"

It always makes people particularly happy to receive such news after the war. Even the army pilots who did not know Ram also congratulated him. But Ram just stood there, his face flushed and looking towards him.

Those who congratulated him giggled.

This kind of good news always makes people relax and happy. Even people who are not very related to this matter are also happy in this frolic. Everyone surrounds the groom and asks him to teach him the skills of chasing women.

Or they asked to see photos of the bride. Some people deliberately followed the principle of the fox who couldn't eat the grapes and began to publish various sour grape theories. All of this made the somewhat introverted Ram at a loss.

What's even more disgusting is that Petrov, who is also from the Navy, not only watched him being bullied by the Army, but even deliberately encouraged it. However, Ron, who seemed to keep saying that he and Ram had shared difficulties, did not behave as well.

How good it is. Yes, war is too cruel. What else can help people get rid of the depression of war better than having such a wedding after a cruel war?

The embarrassing noise for Ram finally subsided for the time being - it was time to get on the plane. Of course Ram, Petrov and Ron were sitting on a plane. Just as they were boarding the plane, the one who played the harmonica last night

The guy started playing the harmonica again. What he was playing seemed to be Wagner’s wedding march. It sounded very similar at first. Several other guys lined up in a row and sang along with the music in a serious manner:

The music of the piano is melodious, the flowers are blooming, and the majestic temple is splendid.

With heartfelt blessings and singing together, let us praise this happy time. Its beauty is unforgettable, and its pure heart is praised by everyone.

Loyal love is unswerving, loving each other lasts forever.

…

But before she even sang a few words, the harmonica accompaniment suddenly went out of tune, causing everyone to also go out of tune. In the end, no one knew what was being sung. So everyone started laughing and making a fuss again.

After some fun, everyone got on their own plane. With the roar of the engine, the plane began to accelerate forward, and then took off. Ron and his plane were overcrowded by several people, and these uninvited people

The guys were completely malicious and continued to make fun of Ram as soon as they got on the plane. They seemed to enjoy watching Ram's embarrassment. Their words became more and more unrestrained and the topics became less and less appropriate. So much so that the people who were also on the plane

Major Braun couldn't stand it anymore and had to stand up and stop these fools who continued to vent.

Ram glanced at Major Braun gratefully, then lowered his head silently, and looked out from the observation window of the plane. It was almost noon outside, and below the plane were patches of white cotton-like clouds. Sometimes the clouds also

will disperse, revealing the blue sea shining in the bright sunshine.

After Braun's intervention, the bad boys who could no longer take pleasure in Ram began to chat with Petrov. They first inquired about the navy's battle yesterday. In fact, everyone knew that the navy had won yesterday. But at that time

Many people were immersed in the sorrow of losing their comrades and did not pay much attention to the news. In addition, battle reports were always concise, and what people wanted to know more often were the details.

These questions made Petrov more and more proud, and he began to brag about his bravery. However, everyone is a peer, and they all know which of these words are true and credible, which need to be folded, and which simply need to be

A discount of 0.01%.

Among Petrov's narratives, there are too few that are true and credible, and not many can be discounted in half. The rest have to be discounted by 0.01.

"I rolled and rode on the 6 o'clock position of the Zero Fighter. This move is my special skill. I just pressed the Zero Fighter in the front and bottom, like I was holding down the most slutty bitch.

At that time, the distance between us was more than 500 meters, so the Zero Fighter didn't panic at all, and made another sharp turn to get rid of me. But who am I? As soon as his butt lifted up, I knew him.

What was the idea? Just before he turned, I rolled in that direction. As a result, as soon as he turned, I penetrated hard from his inner circle, and held him firmly in my halo.

inside, and then I pressed on his butt and pushed hard..."

After fooling around for a while, everyone's interest gradually faded away. A few of the people who had made the most fuss now started to feel sleepy. At this time, it was time to ask about serious matters.

"Petrov," Ron asked, "it's not you who got married, why did you come with me?"

"That guy shamelessly asked me to be the best man." Petrov continued with a proud look, "I told him that if a handsome and handsome man like me stands next to him, he will rob him.

He was in the limelight. But he still insisted, so I reluctantly gave in."

"Oh," Ron suddenly asked, "How's William doing?"

"William was a little injured on his hand. But it's nothing serious."

"Oh, I know why you are here." Ron said.

"What do you mean? But, well, he is indeed more suitable to be the best man than me, because he is not as handsome as me." Someone was inflating his ego again.

"You have to do it yourself." Ram retorted rarely.

"Aren't I worried about you being bullied?" Petrov didn't feel embarrassed at all. However, did he really help Ram not to be bullied? No matter how it looked, he was helping others to bully Ram.

.

"Are you trying to get the bridesmaid's idea?" Major Braun suddenly inserted forcefully.

Petrov opened his eyes wide and looked at Major Braun, "How do you know?"

…

When Ron was pushed awake on the plane, it was already over Pearl Harbor. It was already the time for the lights to turn on. Looking down from the observation window of the plane, you could still vaguely see the sneak attack and bombing by Japanese planes.
Chapter completed!