Chapter 38 thirty seven bernard

Everyone breathes a sigh of relief knowing that a loved one back home is safe.No longer have to worry about hearing all kinds of unimaginable things the Nazis threw at them, those missiles and rockets, etc.I no longer pictured Queenie huddled in the bomb shelter and Dad under the bed.She regained her light.Stand by the stove in the kitchen and reach up for flour or salt in the cabinet.Her top clung to her chest.The beautiful hair fell to the front of the eyes, and then pushed back, the hair behind the ears was curled tightly like wool.Everyone rejoices that the European war is over.Everyone felt like a shot in the arm.Nice job.But none of these can make us feel that the long road in front of us has been shortened by an inch.It will take years to retake Burma from those little yellow people.Everyone agrees with me.We just have to go step by step.Just look at the Americans in the Pacific, island after island, each battle bloodier than the last.Macy bet me for two years.I told him that I am not a bettor.Some other brothers said four years.And endless thoughts dimmed the eyes of some brethren.

Therefore, the sudden surrender of the Japanese soldiers was a great shock to all of us.I take a dose of diarrhea medicine.That day, the military doctor ordered me to get the enema.He said to keep warm for seven hours.Only two hours later, Macy's face appeared at the door of the shed. Uncle, have you heard the news? I told him to go away.Brothers always love to play tricks on people.I waited for some Air Force sergeant to come in and slowly pour the Indian rice and tea into the mug in a deliberate long trickle. This is old fashioned.My autosense saw the coward biting his lip and crossing his legs.Only those with iron will and tenacity can avoid this miracle drug.I am determined to be strong.

Macy informed me: the Japanese soldiers surrendered. I told him: keep breaking.Everyone knows that Japanese soldiers will not surrender. But his face looked like he had won the bet, and he said: The truth is God's truth. The surprise sent me straight to the potty and made Macy laugh. News of the latest atomic bomb has everyone curious.They all want to know what I know You see, just a little older.But I can't tell them much.Even officers can only scratch their heads.Debating what the atomic bomb would be.They have no clue.But the surrender of the Japanese soldiers is more specific than the senior officer's explanation.Everyone agreed that it was God's own weapon that allowed the dangerous yellow man to escape with his tail between his legs.

The war is over.You don't have to work for a day off, and you can take out three days' worth of beer.After a few cups of yellow soup, Macy gathered everyone together and told them about the plan to open a rabbit ranch after the war.Drawn on an old parachute hanging from a treetop.Two little rabbits, a cage, and some eye-catching animal husbandry signs.One male, one female, that's enough, he cried, because you know what they breed like? rabbit!There was a drunken reply. Macy almost made the whole battalion sing the lively "Running Rabbit, Run Rabbit", saying that it will be the song representing the company in the future.Then grabbed me.And this uncle is the leader of the rabbit.Made everyone laugh.Couldn't help thinking he wasn't serious enough about this whole rabbit ranch venture.With a wave of his hand, he circled my neck and hugged me for a while before I realized that he was seriously dead.It took three of us to drag him back to his cot.

But no matter how painful the head was, everyone in our rescue team and maybe every brother in the Southeast Asia Command happily wrote letters home to their loved ones that night.It read: The war is over and I'll be home by Christmas at the latest.It is also true. Then we were ordered to move.Everyone is cheering.It turned out later that we were moving closer to Burma.The brethren yelled: Going in the wrong direction.We were worried that we would not be able to leave, but we still headed towards Yangon.Senior officers insisted that prisoners of war should go home first.No objection.They have already died once, and they may not look like human beings when they are invited back to the world in front of St. Peter's gate of heaven, but their bodies still have warmth.They came to the camp on the way to Bombay, and I gave one of them my ration of chocolate.Confederate soldiers.He flew gliders behind the Japanese lines.In the hands of Japanese soldiers for nearly two years, the bones creaked in the skin like change in a bag.You could almost see the square of chocolate going down inside him.Also had to watch while he hugged his belly.He spat out brown liquid.It's too thick for him.The poor brethren wept openly.He said: Sorry, it was a waste.Everyone gladly made way for these fragile and disabled Britons to go home.What race of people can watch a person's body wither until nothing remains but an empty shell?I can't help but feel proud that I belong to a civilization where even the most resentful will be prevented from raising his hand against our Japanese war criminals.

But the directive is this: Some people get discharged sooner than others.You see, it is a special skill.Needed to work on post-war reconstruction in the UK.Britain needs a new skeleton.Reconstructed human power transformed the ravaged land into something to match the British Empire.Apparently, those top military officers had drawn up the list.At first, every air sergeant in our repair team puffed out their chests and waited for the call.No one actually looked at the priority list, but before long everyone was muttering.Reports say they've sent a ballet dancer home.A brother heard it from another group.Ballerinas rush back to England.One joker speculated that maybe he was going to dance on Stalin's grave.Macy knew of a seminary student who had also been rushed back to her mother in Polly.A bell ringer.That incident had everyone click their tongues.The list went all the way down and pissed off almost everyone who stayed on here.A silly idiot young man had not been out for a long time, and he was working as a handyman in the cafeteria, so he was sent back directly.I asked him what he did in England.He told me he was the plumber's second in line.The plumber's deputy is more important than the brother who can rebuild the fallen Liberation piece by piece.absurd.That incident kept me thinking about it all the way.The artisans, teachers, and shop assistants who were left behind sat and pondered their own worth to the country they loved.I also want to know how the UK will be rebuilt without us.Forgotten wars, forgotten armies, forgotten again.Everyone agrees: here of course everyone has a say.

Of course, it was the Communist Party members who started it first.Uncle Stalin's friend.Tell everyone on our recovery team to drop their tools.No more kite refueling, unloading, repairs, etc., until someone promises us an early discharge.I don't want to be associated with those cranky people.Those people would have cheered and celebrated the victory of the Labor Party in their hometown.After Churchill won the war for us, kicked him ungratefully.They can't wait to go back to England, those Communists.Thought there was a new order waiting for them.Things will be different today.Every gesture, every look is accompanied by this sentence.Look up to Squadron Captain Howarth at Christmas when he (as is customary) serves meals to us soldiers.Thinking that officials with official ranks will serve them soon.Then read him after the Commander was gone, saying: Go back to his official duties and drink whiskey while we're still here drinking beer.Even the brethren who should know their measure are beginning to agree with the words of the mob.

Macy said: Gotta do something about this business, Uncle.He wants me to join.I told him I had no intention of spending the last of my military career in prison.I advised him to think of his son at Breton. Rumors of the germs of the strike spread throughout the RAF.Soon everyone heard about it and got pulled in because they were part of the group.All the high-ranking officials are worried.Air Force Squadron Captain Howarth stood on the ammunition box and asked everyone to be quiet, flanked by military police.He called the strike mutiny, and then read the insurrection bill to a small circle of skeptical airmen.We are all ordered to return to duty immediately.Unfortunately, the poor commander is the only one in the group who doesn't know that his gendarmerie bodyguard is also a traitor.part of the strike plan.When one of Uncle Stalin's scions begins to laugh, he looks terrified like a lost child.

This stupid strike lasted only a few hours.Nobody wants to keep going.It's been long enough to play a deck of cards, write a letter home, and have black troops in West Africa beat us in football barefoot.But these troublemakers, these culprits, stalk around the battalion as if they were winning for us.They said: Now the top military officers have heard it.Bragging that some gendarme will come from England to hear our grievances.They tell everyone that it's all worth it.Thanks to them, the group's journey home will be quickened.Raise your beer glass and say this is better, and that is better.For a while it was true.Later, all of us were sent to Calcutta.