Chapter 557: letter

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In May 1938, the vast European continent had begun to show signs of summer, insects began to cry, and the earth was full of vitality. Of course, it would be even more fascinating if the two sides of the Soviet Union ’s Ukrainian plain did not invest in bombs or endless shelling.
The battle between the two sides gradually stabilized after countless battles. The Germans ceded most of the eastern part of the Dnieper in a few days of fighting, and only retained some of the defensive positions on the frontier of Kiev. Then the two sides once again focused their energy on the negotiating table, and the battle on the front line of Sude became an endless artillery battle and an air combat entanglement.
"Be careful! Bombardment!" Suddenly there was a commotion on the German positions while still eating. The scream of howling shells pierced the air proved that something deadly had fallen from the sky.
A shell fell on the open space not far from the trench, immediately raising the sky of dust, huge black smoke rose into the sky, the entire position was filled with dust and smoke. When the explosion of this shell did not completely subside, another shell fell in time and once again set off a wave of "surging waves."
"Fell down! Be careful of the shells!" A German officer reminded his men loudly, but his shouts seemed a bit small and pale in the sound of a higher shell explosion.
"Medical soldiers! Someone is injured!" The shelling is still going on, but obviously this time the expensive greetings have worked, and a hapless German soldier was hit by shrapnel. Shouting medical soldiers at this time obviously has no effect, and few stunned youths will jump out of the trenches at this time.
The sound of the artillery gradually subsided. A German soldier in a white vest and a red cross on his chest carried the medicine chest, bent down and ran to the position of the shouting soldier. He has been late for almost 2 minutes, and God knows whether the other party needs a pastor or a doctor at this time.
Putting down the medicine chest and looking at the blood from the poor soldier's nostrils, the medical staff certainly knew that there was little hope that they would be able to rescue them in this situation. Visceral hemorrhage may not be too fatal in big hospitals, but on the front line of lack of doctors and medicines, it is enough to let people hand over their lives.
Stretching out his hand, he touched the poor man's stomach, and soon he found a two-finger wide hole in the pool of blood. The shrapnel was not small, and the resulting wound was irregular. The blood spewed out from inside. God knows where it leaked. The location should be the liver, if the soldier there ca n’t even use morphine.
In accordance with the principle of due diligence, medical soldiers signaled the wounded comrades' help to lift the wounded slightly. He reached out to touch the injured person's back and found another hole-shrapnel passed through the body and penetrated the injured person's liver and part of the intestines.
"Hey! What's your name? Is there a priest nearby? Call the priest!" The paramedics slapped the cheeks of the wounded soldier who was about to pass out, and raised his head to ask the surrounding soldiers. Several recruits watched their comrades dying on the ground with guns and numbness. A veteran leader shook his head: "The priest with the army died in Dokol 3 days ago.
The paramedics nodded regretfully, then looked down at his patient again. He gently patted the injured man's cheek to keep him awake: "Hey! I said young man! What's your name?"
"Bo ... Bode ... Sir ... My name is Bode." The wounded soldier's mouth was full of blood. He said his name vaguely, and let the blood flow down the cheek into the collar. in.
"I beg you ... help me ... I'm going back to the country, I'm going to see Koriya." Bode's consciousness has been a little broken, and when he returned to the light and said what he wanted to say, he became fluent a little .
The paramedics helped him to hold the hole in his stomach, barely squeezed a smile and nodded: "Okay, Bode, I will find a way to send you back to China. Who is Coria? How can I contact her?"
"I'm back, I can't go back ... Thank you, thank you sir ..." Bode treated the medical soldiers as the chief of the army, and the screamer said: "Help me, send the letter to her ... …Okay?"
"Okay! I'll do my best! Do you have anything else to say? Bode? Bode?" The medical soldier called out the wounded soldier's name loudly, but the wounded soldier did not answer his question again.
He just silently put his hand into his pocket, took out a piece of stationery that had been stained with blood for half, and held it high.
The paramedics knelt beside him and quietly agreed to his request in Bode's ear: "Bode, I will send you the letter for you, I promise."
Bode's arm was suddenly let down, and his life was gone at this moment. He died like this. A few minutes ago he was leaning on the trench and writing a letter to his lover.
The paramedics wiped his hands on Bode's body, and then carefully pulled the letter out of the gap between his fingers. He opened the stationery with sticky hands and found that the handwriting was still clean. At least, a large part of the content can be seen clearly.
The handwriting above is a little messy, but the medical staff can still feel the full love in Bod's heart when he wrote this letter. He mentioned a lot of previous things, as well as a lot of life on the battlefield, as if he was a trivial housekeeper who was nagging about all his experiences.
"Dear Coria:
I do n’t know what to say, because death is always here. I think if I do n’t say it now, I wo n’t be able to say it to you when I get to heaven. In the years of Berlin University, how much I love you! But I am afraid that it will damage our friendship. I know you love another person, so I never said it. Now, when I see that life is worthless here, and when I feel that I may die at any time, the person I want to see most is you.
But I can never see your beautiful eyes and blonde hair anymore, and I can no longer hear your beautiful voice of poetry. I regret now why I didn't confess to you, even if you refused it, it was a hundred times better than it is now.
The war was too cruel, it wiped out humanity and ruined the happiness of many young people. I am here to fight for Germany. I firmly believe that the head of state will lead us to victory, but I do n’t know when we will win. I do n’t know if we can meet at that time.
What I want to do most now is to express my love to you! Although you never know how deep I love you, this is indeed true. I don't want to die, I really don't want to die. I had imagined that I would propose to you after the battle, but whenever I saw someone die, I had an illusion that I would die here, and I would never see the beautiful you again.
Yesterday the army added some canned food. We ate a rare and sumptuous lunch on the position, but my good priest and Mr. Dalco were killed by bullets the other day. To be honest, I'm still very frustrated. After all, he encouraged me to write this letter to you and let me tell you what I had in mind.
To be honest, Coria, the canned food of the heads of state is really unpalatable, which is full of starch and messy internal organs. They even call it meat, which is really incomprehensible. However, this thing is relatively salty. It is used to eat potatoes and vegetables, but it is better than nothing. The priest always prayed before eating. He said it was a piety to God. I also remembered God when I shot the Soviets. It is a pity that the merciful God did not shine in this corner.
Well, to be honest, I've been pretty good here, and it would be better if I didn't need to sleep in the cold trenches. I don't know if you will think about me, maybe you won't miss me. But I do not miss you all the time. Imagine what kind of person you will marry and how to spend your beautiful youth ... As long as you live well, I will be happy in heaven.
The priest persuaded me to propose to you while alive, so I made up my mind to express my love to you. Please wait for me I will work hard to survive until the end of the war, and then take my medal to find you. At that time, I will propose to you and have a wedding that everyone envys. We will have many children and live happily together until the age of 100.
Love your Bode forever. "
The medical soldier was reading this letter, and some areas had been stained with blood, and it was necessary to recognize it carefully to know the content, so he read very slowly, as if the time was about to stop.
Someone was crying softly beside them. Everyone was moved by such a trivial letter. The medical staff folded the letter gently and put the letter in his pocket. When Bode died, he didn't say the address, so this letter was destined to have no way to be mailed to where it should go.
"Send it to the division ..." Not far away, the battalion commander did not know when he was standing there. He spoke softly, as if he did not want to disturb the soldier named Bode lying on the ground.
The paramedics froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
After reading the letter, the division commander handed the letter to the chief of staff who went to the military department: "This is a very important document. You go to the group army headquarters. Personally give it to General Kettle."
Soon after, the letter was transferred to Marshal Brouchich. After reading it, Marshal Marshal said to General Manstein, who was standing next to him, "We have paid too much for the war, so we have to To win this war, let our juniors be bathed in peace forever! "Manstein nodded, and then asked Brouchich:" Marshal, what about this letter? "
Without thinking, Brahich immediately replied: "Find this girl and give her this letter!"