“We are a unit”

Mechanic Arthur patted Ryan on the shoulder, "Since Dumbo left the runway, everyone in the crew has been prepared to come back alive. It's not your fault for this."

"What we have to do is to send more incendiary bombs to recruit nuclear weapons."

Gunner Robert said, "For Steven, for every soldier who has not returned to the surface alive."

"Danbo!" Brad shouted suddenly.

The members of Dumbo crew were stunned for a moment, then put their hands together and shouted "Danbo" in unison!

This is the slogan of this crew and the slogan of revenge.

"We need a gunner now," Charles said.

"It's my turn," said Martin. "It's my turn, it's my turn, let me go."

"That's Martin"

Charles said as he looked at Wei Ran and Brad, "Friends, we cast ten rings."

“So too”

Brad shook hands with the other party and hugged the honest man Ryan, "The bomb droppers always have nightmares, but the nightmares do not come from those who were blown to death, but to make us throw ten rings of teammates. So even for them, we cannot waste every second and every bomb in the bomb target."

"Thank you, thank you." Ryan murmured to himself.

"Looking forward to meeting again after the bomb drop is over, we will meet a lot of people." Brad took a step back and said with a salute.

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Charles and others also saluted, watching Wei Ran and Brad drive away from the hospital.

"It seems you have already gotten out of the nightmare of home runs," Wei Ran said to himself.

"Unless the war is over, the nightmare will not end." Brad sighed at the bombers in the distance.

In silence, Brad fell asleep as if he was escaping. Seeing this, Wei Ran shook his head and lay on the bed.

When the two of them woke up one after another by knocking on the door, it was already dark outside the window.

Opening the door, Grant walked in with three servings of food and three cans of beer, "I'll bring you dinner, I heard..."

"Duji's gunner Steven is dead," Wei Ran replied in a hoarse voice.

"Do you still want to continue participating in the bombing?"

Grant asked while opening the beer, "Also, you should go take a shower and change your clothes, your bodies are full of burnt smell."

"Where are you?" Brad took the beer and threw the question to Wei Ran.

"Of course" Wei Ran replied naturally.

"Where are you?" Brad looked at his younger brother Grant again.

"For the bomber Roger" Grant raised his beer.

"For Dumbo's Gunner Steven"

Brad also raised his beer, "for the White Whale bomber Roger, and of course, the United States with special codes."

"It seems that we all have sufficient reasons to stay in this war." Wei Ran raised his beer and ran into the two of them.

"This is not a war, this is a nightmare."

Brad took a sip of beer and said, "Our nightmare, we are also a nightmare for recruiting nuclear people. And the barbecue you sent on purpose?"

“And Tabasgow hot sauce”

Grant said, pulling out a small bottle of hot sauce from his pocket and putting it on the table.

“It’s really a very appetizing dinner”

Wei Ran said, and had already picked up the hot sauce and threw a piece of the big one on his barbecue chop.

"Grant, you... are you going to stay in the war until the end of the war?" Brad asked while taking the hot sauce.

"Or dead"

Grant found out the gold coins on the neckline and kissed, "I believe that the goddess of Liberty will not let me die here."

"The French must-eat that is the best thing to dare not eat"

Brad cursed vaguely, but no one knew where the resentment and regret in his curse came from.

"Grant, if..."

Wei Ran paused and asked, "I mean, if one day the United States launches another war, will you still participate?"

"If I were still alive, of course." Grant replied for granted.

"What if it was a war of aggression?"

Wei Ran redefined his question, "What if it was a war to invade others by the United States?"

"What do you want to say?" Grant asked with a frown.

"Just assumption"

Wei Ran took the initiative to clink the cup with the other party, turned his head and said, "Or Brad, what about you? What would you do?"

"I've had enough of everything on the battlefield."

Brad took a sip of beer, "If I hadn't been worried about Grant, I wouldn't have come to a ghost place like Saipan."

"You didn't answer this question positively," Wei Ran said seriously.

"I fight for justice and freedom, forever."

Brad said, "When necessary, I mean when necessary, I will never mind sitting on bombers from other countries to bomb the United States. Victor, is this frontal enough?"

"Thank you" Wei Ran said but looked at Grant again.

"I can't be as innocent and simple as my brother Brad."

Grant said, "Maybe I will become a journalist like you, and I may still board the American bomber.

But I may no longer be the gunner, and then I will use the camera in my hand to record everything that happened on the battlefield."

"idiot"

Brad snorted and touched the beer can with Grant opposite him, "You'd better stay away from the war at that time."

"What stupid things are you going to say?" Grant retorted.

"If there is really the day that Victor just assumed, the goddess of Liberty will not be able to bless you."

"Why do you say that?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Because that French must-eat would only stand on the street and shout with her ice cream holding up"

Brad said this and picked up a plate on the table that he forgot to take away. He held the beer can in one hand and the plate in the other hand, imitating the look of the Statue of Liberty, and said in a singular manner, "Hey! Come on, the passing baby! It only costs $10, what do you do to me tonight.

Not only did I carry my physical examination report with me, I also prepared 7 blown condoms on my head. No matter how big or small you are, there is always something that suits you.”

"puff!"

A sip of beer that Wei Ran had just poured into his mouth turned into rich foam and sprayed out of his mouth and nostrils. Even Grant couldn't help but cover his face and began to laugh wildly.

In any case, this dirty joke, which may be considered a ruthless in the United States, finally diluted the depression brought by the dead.

But in addition to this, Wei Ran was inevitably curious about what Brad had experienced. He even felt that the bomber might be more abnormal in spirit than himself.

"No one can bless us, including the French must-eat that takes up the charge."

Brad threw the plate in his hand aside, took a sip of beer and said angrily, "If she can really bless us, then Chris and the others..."

Halfway through his words, Brad threw the beer can in his hand out of the window in annoyed manner, "You eat it, I'll go out for a walk."

"he..."

"Chris is his captain"

Grant said, "It's also his best friend. The nickname of home run was given to my brother. At that time, the nickname was just because he was an excellent bomb thrower and had no malice."

After a pause, Grant said, "On their last mission, Chris let him hide in the tail turret before he had to make the plane land, and then drove their Liberty bomber into the yellow sand of North Africa. That time, only my brother survived."

"If the war I just assumed appears, you should really stay away from the war." Wei Ran sighed.

"Let's talk about it when it appears that day."

Grant said, carrying a beer can and leaving the wooden house, and handed two 135 films to Wei Ran, "If you have time, please wash it for me."

"Everyone is very happy when he is in the sky."

Wei Ran muttered vaguely, picked up the barbecue chop with his hand and took a bite, then poured a large mouthful of cold beer.

After dinner alone, Wei Ran went into the bathroom to carefully wash away the crematorium smell on his body, and then began to busy cleaning the film taken by the White Whale in the sky - before it took off again and before someone died again.

In his busy schedule, it was already midnight when the film was washed into light-catching negatives, but the Donnie brothers did not return to this wooden house.

"Let's go on and continue sleeping..."

Wei Ran lay on the bed muttering to himself. Tomorrow evening is a bombing on Osaka. He wants to keep his energy up and make Osaka warm.
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