In November 1944, at the Naval Hospital in Naples, Italy, the cold sea breeze made Fang Lang's hospital gown rustle.
He seemed unaware of this, and was admiring the warships moored in the naval port with a look of amazement. It wasn't that these warships were so advanced and mighty, but the final splendor of these huge ships and cannons really gave him enough shock.
"Fang, why did you run out? Mr. John Clark is looking for you all over the hospital!" The young nurse with freckles on her face looked anxious.
"Ms. Lilith, you look so beautiful today." Thanks to Fang Lang's twenty years of career as a seaman, he was able to communicate with the young nurse in basic terms in his unfamiliar Italian.
"Thank you for your compliment, but that can't convince me to let you continue to blow the cold wind here. Come in quickly, the sea breeze outside is very cold, and your body hasn't recovered yet! Have you forgotten that you suddenly fainted while standing yesterday?" Lilith was obviously accustomed to Fang Lang's compliments.
Since the US military landed in Italy, they have requisitioned this naval base and the surrounding facilities, including this hospital. The American soldiers are notoriously free and undisciplined, and they must have flirted with the girl in front of them.
"Okay! If you can be gentle to me when you give me the injection, I promise not to run away again." Fang Lang said playfully as he walked into the hospital.
"You mean I'm not gentle enough? Believe me, you will soon see what it means to be ungentle." The little girl said in a fierce voice.
"No, believe me, the reason why I ran out to feel the cold wind is because I was afraid that I would fall into your gentle arms and never be able to get out again, so I had to let the cold wind of the Mediterranean to wake me up." Fang Lang looked at Lilith affectionately, making her face turn red.
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"Haha... Fang, should I hide aside and not affect your confession?" A figure standing across the corridor, also wearing a hospital gown and a US military jacket and leaning against the wall with a cane, teased.
"Hey... John, since you know you shouldn't make any noise, you should hide and don't interfere with my confession."
"Haha... brother, you have no chance. Lilith obviously likes me. Didn't you notice?" John looked confident and raised his eyebrows at Fang Lang.
The teasing of the two made Lilith feel a little shy, but she still imitated the tone of the aunt in the hospital and said, "You two bastards, you don't stand a chance. Get into the ward quickly. I'm going to give you an injection."
Fang Lang and John hugged each other gently, laughed, and walked back to the ward.
In fact, the hospital had never figured out where Fang Lang was injured. He was in a coma when he was sent to the hospital. The frontline doctors thought that his brain was damaged by the shock wave of the explosion. He fell into a coma and did not wake up for a week. It was originally thought that he was beyond saving. After John's strong request, Fang Lang was sent from the field hospital on the front line to the Naval Hospital in Naples.
The reason why John wanted to bring Fang Lang out was simple. Fang Lang was injured in order to save him. If Fang Lang hadn't desperately dragged John out of the trench with an injured leg, John would have been blown to pieces by the artillery shell that followed. Fang Lang was injured and unconscious because he was blown nearly ten meters away by this artillery shell.
What John didn't know was that Fang Lang was no longer the sergeant of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force who dragged him out of the trench.
Fang Lang only remembered that he was the chief engineer of a 100,000-ton container ship of COSCO Shipping. He encountered a typhoon while crossing the Drake Passage. He was checking the tightness of the equipment in the storm with a safety rope tied to him. He was hit by the waves and flew off the gangway. He was dragged by the safety rope and hit the container, then lost consciousness.
When he woke up again, he had become Fang Lang, a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force in the Italian Campaign of World War II. In the first few days, Fang Lang felt that he was in chaos, with the memories of two different people constantly intertwining and repeating.
Until now, Fang Lang's brain would still crash suddenly, but after waking up, his whole spirit would be significantly improved, and he would gradually gain many of his original memories, including some memories that Fang Lang had already forgotten. For example, he could even clearly remember the chalk words left by the teacher on the blackboard in elementary school.
"Fang, my father found me." John couldn't explain how he felt. John had never mentioned his father to anyone.
"What do you mean you ran away from home?" Fang Lang was actually not familiar with John. John was a major liaison officer assigned by the US military to the Brazilian Expeditionary Force. Fang Lang was originally just a sergeant squad leader of the 1st Regiment of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force and had almost no interactions with John.
But the two fought in the same trench, and Fang Lang saved John's life, which made John, an American cowboy, grateful. A stranger comrade-in-arms risked his life to save his life, and John felt that he must repay him.
"Of course not, it's just that my relationship with my father is not good. We always quarrel when we meet. He originally wanted me to join the navy, but I wanted to be away from him, so I joined the army."
"Hey! What's the big deal? My old man and I always argue with each other. He always wants to control me and make me inherit his father's business and manage the family farm. God! This is not a feudal society. I have my freedom, right? So, I secretly signed up for the army! I don't know if he got angry at home."
John couldn't believe that the two of them had similar experiences. "Does your father know that you've come to Italy?"
"I wrote him a letter before leaving, but I haven't received a reply until now, so I don't know if he knows where I am! When I think about it, I still feel that I am a bit unfilial." Fang Lang didn't understand why his original body had the brain cramp to join this Brazilian expeditionary force.
As far as Fang Lang knew, Brazil was the only country in South America that joined WWII at the instigation of the United States, and only about 20,000 to 30,000 people from Brazil participated in the war. If it was to fight the Japanese, Fang Lang would have done it without hesitation, but helping the United States to fight in Europe must have been a brain cramp.
John patted Fang Lang on the shoulder and said, "Don't be sad, brother. I can ask our logistics department if they have received your letter."
Because the Brazilian Expeditionary Force was actually a unit under the US military, and its logistics, transportation, equipment supplies, even mail and allowances were all handled by the US military, so John asked to help him ask if there were any letters for him.
"We are already on the battlefield, there is no point thinking about these things. You said your father found you? What does that mean?" Fang Lang did not want to continue thinking about the facts that could not be changed.
"He called the hospital today and said that he had arranged for his adjutant to come to see me. He wanted to transfer me to the logistics department of the navy. But I don't want to work under him at all, damn it." Obviously, John was very unhappy that his father wanted to transfer him to his command for protection.
"Hey! Brother, you have a good father. He wants to protect you, do you understand?" When Fang Lang heard that John's father was going to transfer John to the logistics department under his command, he realized that his father must be no ordinary person.
"I understand, but I don't need protection. I'm an adult, but he still treats me like a child." John's train of thought really surprised Fang Lang. He had such a good resource but didn't know how to use it.
"Hey! Man, from what you said, your father is a great man, right?" Fang Lang was really curious about what kind of person John's father was. He originally thought that John's situation in the US military should be similar to his situation in the Brazilian army.
Because John is not a white man. From his yellow skin, black hair, and black eyes, you can tell that he is definitely a minority. The proportion and status of minorities in the US military should be similar to that of Fang Lang, a Chinese, in the Brazilian army.
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