[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

I was born in a trade association, and I still feel that I have benefited a lot from listening to his lectures. "

Foco raised his hand and brushed his hair back, and asked, "I remember you used to fly a glider, right?"

"Not only did I drive it? I also taught it." Illerman said quickly, "My mother taught me to fly a glider since I was a child. Since I joined Hitler's Junior Flying Team at the age of 14, until I quit the team, I was included in the Northeast Regional Team of Württemberg. teaching staff."

"That's no wonder." Foco pouted, "The foundation is solid. Württemberg is fun, right? Berlin is boring."

Illerman looked at Foko in disbelief, and replied, "It's okay, we produce red wine there."

Folk seemed to be completely indifferent to Illerman's irrelevant answer, and continued: "After that, you take me to play on vacation? Berlin is bare and there is nothing." He moved his gaze out of the window casually, looking at the glass window The water trail meanders down, and said as if no one else was there: "It's only an hour and a half away from Berlin, but it's already much more comfortable... Berlin is noisy and crowded."

"Unexpectedly, you would also think that big cities are crowded and noisy." Illerman smiled. "I used to yearn for Berlin, after all, it is the capital."

"Of course not before," Foco said briskly, "my sister likes to pester me to go out with her, otherwise she will be twittering at home—" His voice stopped abruptly, and his smile froze. On the face, the eyes dimmed.

The smile on Illerman's face disappeared as well.He looked at Foco with drooping eyelids, silently looked away, and turned to look at Foco's right arm resting quietly on the table.The edge of the sleeves of the Foco suit jacket reveals a flat outline of a circle of white shirt, the cuffs reveal the inner light pink lining, and the light gold cuff buttons go through the buttonholes to fix the shirt cuffs.The embossed pattern on the cuffs is in the shape of a German eagle.

Silence spread between the two, as if even the sound of breathing became redundant.Foco stared silently at the glass in front of him, and suddenly said:

"Now the most lively people are gone, and the house is deserted."

Illerman didn't answer.Fuke stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the cuff button on his right wrist: "When I went to the front, she saved money for half a year and gave it to me. Now there are only my mother and stepfather in the family, and all of my middle school friends are on the battlefield Last night, when I came back from vacation, I didn’t even have anyone to say a few words to. The bars and parties I used to go to were suddenly boring. After thinking about it, I only came to you. Fortunately, you still have time to see me. "

"Of course I have time!" Ellerman said hastily, "If it's you, I have time anytime."

fourteen

A smile crept onto Foco's lips.He also had a smile in his eyes, looked at Illerman, but changed the topic: "I'm engaged."

"You're getting engaged too?" Illerman asked without thinking.

"After Christmas this year," Folk said, "after the anniversary of Inger's death, we'll be married."

"with who?"

"Of course it's Liz." Folk said as a matter of course.

Illerman didn't hide his puzzled expression, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "I thought people like you wouldn't get married so early."

"What kind of person am I?" Foco asked, raising his eyebrows.

"That's not what I meant!" Ellerman hurriedly argued, "Hayo, I mean..."

Folk smiled slyly, looked at Illerman's tongue-tied expression, and said leisurely, "I just don't want to follow my father's old path."

"Your father..." Illerman frowned, "is it General Siegfried Folk?"

Folk shrugged and said only, "Beer or vodka? I'll take it."

Illerman sighed, raised his hand to call the waitress, and ordered two beers.Until the fresh and cold beer was served in front of his eyes, Foko took a sip from the glass and continued: "My father was an army captain in the last World War. After the war, he joined the Berlin police. I am very happy. He divorced my mother when I was little, but then she married a policeman, don't know what she thinks."

Foucault spoke casually, but Illerman didn't intervene, just picked up the beer as well.

"I have been living with my mother and younger sister. After my parents divorced, I hardly saw my father again. I changed my stepfather's surname to school, and my impression of my father was only a handsome soldier. He is in my memory It seems that he will never grow old. He always smiles with a bit of uninhibitedness, and always does everything with a calm demeanor. When I get into trouble and go home, he will not be angry at all, but will touch me with a smile. My head, as expected of his son, is so creative in getting into trouble." Foco said in a steady tone, but his voice began to tremble, "He said that he was just as disturbing as I was when I was a child. "

He took a deep breath and let it out before continuing: "In my last year of middle school, knowing that he had transferred back to the army, I argued with my mother that I would join the army no matter what. I changed my original name back and volunteered to join the Air Force , I want to be a handsome military officer like my father, serving my country one day. My stepfather has always been nice to me, and he never gets angry when I get punished at school. But I just want the one who will pat me on the head , Said my pranks are full of imaginative father."

"When I was formally accepted into the Air Force, I went to Hamburg alone to find him and told him the news of my admission." Foucault casually raised his hand and wiped his eyes, "He was very happy and took me to the bar for a drink , I also met his new girlfriend. It’s not like what a normal father would do, right? Taking his son who just graduated from middle school to the bar.” Foco said, but the corner of his mouth curled up in a happy arc, and there seemed to be a strange look in his eyes. His face flashed.He looked up and downed the rest of the beer.

"But after that, I haven't seen him again. Since the war with the Soviet Union started, he has been on the Eastern Front. Next time I have a long vacation, I want to go to the Eastern Front to see him." Foko lowered his head and raised his hand to touch He touched the Knight's Cross on his neck, "I can finally stand upright and say, I am Haryo Foko, and I deserve to be his son."

Illerman was stunned for a while before he said, "Even if you are not the ace of the North African Air Force, you are still his son?"

"It's not the same." Foco shook his head, "He didn't watch me grow up, so I had to show him that I didn't inherit his name in vain."

"Even if it's a divorce, he should go back and see your brothers and sisters." Illerman frowned.

"He," Foco still had an indifferent expression, as if talking about someone else's father, "is not able to stay in one place. Whether it is marriage or children, no one can tie him down. He has always pretended The only thing I can do is to be loyal to the German Empire, and go everywhere to owe romantic debts. If I am not a famous trump card of the German Air Force, I am afraid he will forget my existence."

Without waiting for Illerman to answer, he looked out of the window again, looking at the cloudless and green grass everywhere after the rain, and said relaxedly: "Although I now feel that marrying the woman I like is a good time for two people to be together. It's not bad to live a lifetime; but the luckiest thing in my life is to be born as the son of General Foco. He is heroic in battle and romantic in love. There is no father I can be more proud of."

It was still early, and the rain-washed scenery under the blue sky was fresh and refreshing, and the lawn beside the road was even more emerald.Foco tapped his fingers on the table, but said, "I have to get home early for dinner, or Mom will be worried."

"When are you going back to the front?" Illerman asked.

"April 24." Fuko said, "but I have to go to Rome in a few days, and I have saved up several Italian medals and haven't received them. I have been back for almost a month, but I have been in Munich for the past two weeks." Air Force Hospital."

"Air Force Hospital?" Illerman asked nervously. "Are you injured?"

"It's not a big deal." Foco shrugged. "The so-called hospital is just a routine recuperation. You'll know later, it's nothing more than a place for Air Force officers to drink and enjoy the scenery and beautiful nurses."

"You're engaged," Illerman rolled his eyes, "you're talking about pretty nurses."

"I wasn't engaged when I was in Munich," Foucault said as if he should.He grabbed the long windbreaker that hung on the backrest, stood up and put it on. Seeing that Illerman was just looking up at him without any intention of getting up, he took out a handful of coins and crumpled banknotes from his pocket, and picked out a Mark II handed it to Illerman: "Then you sit down for a while, I have to go first, sorry."

Illerman took the banknotes and flattened them on the table without evading them. He just said, "So rich? I think the sum of all we ordered is only ninety pfennigs, or a little more than one mark at most."

"It's richer than you." Foco said casually, "When you join the official establishment, you invite me." He turned around with the umbrella handle in his hand, and waved his hand back, saying "Goodbye!" Walk towards the door.

"Goodbye." Illerman replied to Foko's back with a sense of loss.He lowered his head, absently looking at the mark that was difficult to stretch out, and repeatedly pressed its corners with his knuckles, as if he wanted to restore it to its original state.The grass-sandpaper-colored banknotes are printed with the words "Two Marks" in black on the complex pattern, with the words "Issued in accordance with the regulations of the State Credit Office" in small print and the slightly larger "Headquarters of the State Credit Office" below.On the lower left is a black seal of a German eagle, and the word "National Credit Office" is also written around the eagle pattern.Black Arabic numerals are printed on the four corners of the banknotes, and white hollowed-out Arabic numerals are pressed in the middle under the German letters.