"Of course it is the garrison of the 1st Cavalry Division. How do you ask such a question?" Grant asked strangely.

"Of course I know that this is the garrison of the 1st Cavalry Division, and I mean a more detailed location." Wei Ran said, "No matter what, I am also a reporter, and I always need to know some basic information."

"That direction"

Grant raised his hand and pointed outside the tent, "There is called Datong River on the map. Now the 1st Cavalry Division is stationed here as a reserve team, and it is considered to be the rear of the front line, so don't worry, we are very safe."

"Safe? Safe bird!"

Wei Ran cursed inwardly and was about to say something, but saw a US soldier driving a jeep with canvas canopy parked outside the tent.

"Grant!"

The soldier, who looked particularly young and had a postman bag, had already entered the tent while speaking and asked enthusiastically, "Do you have any letters to send?"

"Of course, wait for me!"

Grant said, already opening a box at the head of the bed.

Wei Ran recognized it at a glance. It was the box that Brad used.

Now, this slightly old box is marked with the name Brad Downey, the third bomber badge and a golden bomb on the outside of the lid.

The name Grant Downey, the badge of the 313th Bombing Wing, and a white whale were also imprinted.

"Are you still using this box?" Wei Ran asked with a suppressed anxiety in his heart.

"In 1945, when I decided to go to China, my brother gave this box to me, and gave it to me with his camera."

Grant said, taking out an envelope from the box, then taking a streamer from the curtain on the inside of the box cover and put it in the envelope, sealing it with glue and handing it to the soldier.

"It's been a long time for you to wait," Grant said politely.

"It's okay, Grant, can I help me take a photo when I come back?"

The young soldier asked, "Christmas is coming soon, I want to send it to my mom."

"Of course," Grant agreed happily.

Watching the soldier leave with the letter, Wei Ran asked curiously, "What does that streamer mean?"

"The code that my brother and I agreed on, and when I was about to go back, I would send him a streamer as I wrote.

My mother would read the letter I sent back several times every time. If she knew I was about to go back, she would definitely have insomnia for several days." Grant explained with a smile.

"Where did you get these streamers?" Wei Ran asked a seemingly insignificant question.

"It's all left by the White Whale back then."

Grant smiled and moved away, "There is no secret inside, if you are curious, just take a look."

"Then I'm not polite."

Wei Ran sat next to the box, pointed to the streamer on the curtain on the inside of the box cover and asked, "Are these?"

"Of course," Glenta nodded, "It was all left behind in the past, and I kept it all."

As he said that, he pulled out the gold coin lucky charm from the neckline and shook it, "Compared with this, these streamers are my lucky things."

Hopefully they will keep you alive...

Wei Ran muttered in vain and glanced at the things in the box quickly.

There are still photos of Brad and General Li Mei in this box, as well as photos of him and Grant, and even their parents at the door of the pawn shop, as well as photos of Brad's family of three.

Here are also photos of Brad and Grant brothers, as well as photos of Brad and the White Whale crew, as well as photos of him and a woman wearing a plain cheongsam and holding a leather-cup camera in her hand.

And in the box, besides the rinsing equipment I have seen, as well as a large number of spare film, batteries, and flash bulbs.

Wei Ran also saw a stack of letter paper and a stack of envelopes, a 1911 pistol with muzzle downwards, and even a Kodak Gold Award camera and a Hasselblad 1600F camera.

"Who is this woman?"

Wei Ran finally asked, pointing to the woman wearing a cheongsam in the photo and holding a camera.

"Her name is Yang Minhua"

When Grant said this, the name "Yang Minhua" was actually in Chinese. However, when he said this name, regret and loneliness flashed across his face.

"she..."

"She's dead"

Grant shook his head, "Last spring, in the mountain city of China, she died in my arms, and was... shot dead by spies."

"you..."

"I'm neutral, but she has faith."

Grant's tone became more and more regretful, "I couldn't save her, and I didn't even have time to tell her that I was in love with her."

"So you came here?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"I'm still neutral!"

Grant said almost subconsciously, "I...I picked up the camera for justice and freedom."

"For justice and freedom?" Wei Ran sighed, "That's Brad's answer."

“It’s my answer now”

Grant sighed, "I didn't find the opportunity to look at this war from the opposite perspective, so I will try my best to record everything I see, so that those who see the photos can think about what is going on here by themselves."

Speaking of this, Grant reached out and picked up the Hasselblad camera from the box, "This was bought for her when I returned to the United States around Christmas two years ago.

I...I originally planned to give it to her on her birthday, but I haven't had time yet, she..."

"So what are you doing here?" Wei Ran asked again.

"Do you remember the assumptions you made back then?" Grant asked.

"Remember" Wei Ran nodded, "If one day the United States launches an invasion..."

“I’m not sure if this is a war of aggression initiated by the United States.”

Grant said, handing the Hasselblad camera in his hand to Wei Ran, "But MacArthur obviously deceived many rookies with some lies to come here to work hard.

The young people don’t know what war is, and they are even less willing to understand their enemies. They are even less willing to embark on war, but they all have the purpose of this or that that has nothing to do with war."

"So what are you going to do?" Wei Ran asked after taking the camera.

"No matter who is just in this war, I may still board the bomber, but no longer as a gunner."

Grant smiled calmly in front of Wei Ran, "I will pick up the camera and use the camera in my hand to record everything that happened on the battlefield, and use this camera."

"Just use this?" Wei Ran looked at the Hasselblad camera in his hand.

“Yes, just use it.”

Grant said, "Before this, Victor, use it to take a photo for me."

"This 80mm lens was created for art, and it should not be used to shoot wars." Wei Ran said that, but he still picked up the camera and pointed it at Grant and pressed the shutter.

"I didn't want her to use this camera to shoot war..."

Grant took the camera handed back by Wei Ran, "But she stayed in the war, so there is nothing wrong with me using this camera and using this lens to continue to explain the war.

Maybe...

Maybe I can see her shadow through this lens.”

"I don't want to persuade you anything"

Wei Ran sighed, and breathed a little relieved, and at the same time changed into Chinese and asked, "Grant, do you know Chinese?"

Grant was stunned for a moment, then changed into Chinese with a little Sichuan-Chongqing accent and said, "Of course, she taught me Chinese. She was my first translator."

Speaking of this, Grant cleared his throat and continued to say in Chinese, "My name is Tang Gewu, I am an American journalist."

"This name is good, who...she...I mean, Ms. Yang gave you?"

“Yes”

Glenta nodded, "She said it was a name suitable for journalists."

"You...will you surrender?" Wei Ran continued to ask in Chinese, "I mean, do you know how to surrender, right?"

"I would even say that the People's Liberation Army treats prisoners preferentially"

Grant said suddenly, the originally bright smile on his face suddenly froze at that moment, and then she cried like rain and sat back on the camp bed in pain, "That's...that's the last sentence she said."

"This world is too small..."

Wei Ran murmured and sighed, and got out of the tent that was particularly swollen and full of wind ropes. While groping on his body, he carefully felt that there could be a low temperature outside the tent of minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius.

"It's your turn"

Grant followed a moment out of the tent, "Victor, what exactly are you doing here? You didn't bring your luggage, or even your camera, but you found me."

"I'm here to be your assistant"

Wei Ran replied casually, "You are your translator and guide, and you are your driver and bodyguard."

"you?"
To be continued...