[World War II] Thousands of Miles in the Sky

admittedly. said Illerman.

Ursula watched the two young men in front of her bicker like little boys, and secretly laughed silently.She was wearing a pink knee-length dress, with two light brown braids hanging down her back, her elbows resting on her cheeks.

"Miss Patrik looks younger than last time," Folk said.

Before he finished speaking, Yileman leaned forward and hit him on the hand: "Stop coming!"

"Why, your girlfriend is not allowed to be praised by others?" Foco put on a surprised look.

"Anyone can boast," Ellerman raised his eyebrows, "You are not allowed to boast."

"It's really lenient." Foco said, showing an exaggerated expression of helplessness.

Úrsula couldn't help putting her hand over her mouth and laughing.Then she put her hands down on the table and said, "Okay, you two."

"How's your training going?" Foco asked, raising one corner of his mouth, "If I remember correctly, you're about to graduate, right?"

"The twentieth of this month," Illerman replied.

"Do you know where it is assigned?"

"East Combat Reserves," Illerman said, "don't know yet."

"It's on the south side," said Foco. "It must be a beautiful place."

Illerman showed a dumbfounding expression: "There is nothing beautiful about the war station. It is too far away from Zabster."

"Are you still coming back?" Folk asked.As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ursula on the side looking at him in confusion, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Eastern Combat Reserves," Úrsula said, "why are they in the south?"

"On the southeast corner of the empire." Foco explained, then turned his head and gave Illerman a playful look: "I don't even tell my girlfriend where you are going."

Illerman turned his face and glanced at Ursula before replying: "I want to come back to see my instructor when I have time. I really have no chance when I go to the front line."

"So like your instructor?" Foco asked.

"Mr. Hohash knows a lot." Illerman nodded and said, "I always feel like I haven't learned enough."

"Anyway, no matter how you study, you will still find a lot of things you don't understand when you get to the front line." After Foko casually finished speaking, he hurriedly asked as if he wanted to suddenly come to his senses, "Hohashi? Is that Hohashi? "

"What Hohash?" Ursula also turned to Illerman curiously.

"That's right, that's Hohash." Illermann said with some pride, and then explained to Ursula, "Weimar German National Champion of Aerodynamics."

Foco shook his head lightly, and said with emotion: "No wonder he taught you how to fly so early. You learned well under him?"

"The first shooting training was on June 24." Illerman was already full of complacency in his words, "Fifty rounds of machine gun ammunition, [-] rounds hit the floating target."

"Great," said Folk.

"Stop showing off in front of the number one sharpshooter in North Africa!" Ursula smiled and pushed Illerman's arm.

"Why, Miss Patrik only has this impression of me?" Foco said sourly, "Dieter, what are you talking about with other girls every day?"

"Who doesn't know Mr. Foucault's extraordinary skills?" said Úrsula.

"Just Haryo," Folk said.

"Then you can call me Ursula. Ursula is also fine."

"No!" Yileman said hastily, "You can call Ursula, but you can't call Ursu!"

"Just kidding, look at how nervous you are!" Ursula said, while Foco had turned away and started to snicker.

"What are you laughing at?" Ellerman said, "Be careful I step on you."

"Don't." Foco immediately said seriously, "The leather shoes that have just been polished. Then, how did you learn the tricks? Did you find a chance to show it off?"

Illerman suddenly had a look of embarrassment on his face: "At the end of March, I violated the regulations during a shooting training. I used a Messerschmidt to do tricks on the apron, and I was fined two-thirds of the time. wages, and confinement."

Foco immediately covered his face with his arms and fell down on the table with a smile.While smiling, he said intermittently: "That's right, it has the demeanor I had back then."

"Who wants your demeanor back then." Illerman said.

"Mr. Hohash didn't criticize you?" Foucault asked.

Illerman shook his head, "He didn't say anything, he just laughed it off."

"That is indeed a good instructor." Foco nodded contentedly.

"I don't like him because of this." Illerman said helplessly.He lowered his eyes, as if hesitating for something, and after a while, he said, "That confinement saved my life."

"What happened?" Ursula asked, with a hint of worry in her tone.

"Originally, I had a shooting training session that afternoon." Illerman lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "After I was locked up, my roommate happened to cover my session and used the plane that was supposed to be my turn. .He had an engine failure shortly after takeoff and had to make an emergency landing on the railway. Crashed and killed."

Ursula reached out her hand involuntarily, and squeezed it tightly on the back of Illeman's hand.Foco just sighed slightly, and said relaxedly: "When you go to the battlefield in the future, there will be more such things. You must be happy when you are with your friends, because maybe one of you will not be there one day. "

"The dead should be mine," Illerman said.

"You're going to chase him back now, can't you give him his life back?" Foco said, "People die as well. There are such life-for-life incidents on the front line, and there are even more unbelievable ones. It's very difficult for people to live. Difficult, but easy to die. These things often happen in wars, and they happen suddenly. In short, you must remember that you must become an excellent pilot in the future. Your roommate has died for you, so you have to do well enough , I won’t be more sorry for him.”

Illerman frowned slightly and looked at Foco, hesitantly said: "But..."

"Don't look back all day as a human being." Foco said bluntly, "It's useless to regret. Live well when you get your life back. When you are going to die, let's talk about it at that time. This is how wars are."

Ellerman fell silent.He looked worriedly at Wusu's stretched hand in front of him, and when he raised his head again, he saw Foko turning his head to look at the band performing as if no one else was there.

"It's time." Folk said suddenly.He turned his head to look in the direction of the stage. Illeman and Ursula also looked towards the band after seeing him.

Full-bodied notes flowed gracefully from the clarinet, and the male singer who was standing still and singing in a low voice did not know when he took off his suit jacket, revealing the brown suit trouser straps on both shoulders.At this time, he was wearing a white shirt, playing the clarinet ecstatically, his body swaying back and forth with the drumbeat.The sound of the clarinet combined with the trumpet and the piano instantly burst into a beautiful and warm atmosphere.

Illerman looked at the band in disbelief, as if he had been in a completely strange foreign country in an instant.

"It's different at the scene, isn't it?" Folk said with a smile seeing his expression.

"Unusual." Illerman nodded and admitted.

"I said that the performance that Haryo took me to see in Xincheng was very good, you still don't believe me!" Ursula said, smiling and leaning forward to push Illerman.

"It's different playing live," Illerman argued, "but not to the extent you said, Usu. At least for me, I'm not a big fan of swing music."

Foco frowned, and was about to speak when the door of the club was suddenly knocked open.

"Stop playing immediately!" A brown-clothed boy in the lead shouted.Dozens of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys in brown uniforms, black ties, and swastika armbands on their right arms rushed in behind him.The music stopped abruptly.

"How dare you openly perform this kind of obscene music in Berlin!" The head boy's short blond hair was combed back, and the hair on both sides was shaved short, showing a capable appearance.There was still a hint of childishness on his face, but his voice had become low and his tone was extremely firm, "Everyone here, from the band to the audience, is a traitor close to the Jews and blacks!"

Nineteen

Foucault stood up suddenly, walked straight to the boy, raised his right arm and said, "Heil Hitler!"

"Heil Hitler!" The boy looked at him warily and raised his hand in return.

Foko unabashedly looked the boy up and down before saying, "Mr. Squad President, do you know what was played here just now?"

"Who are you?" The blond boy frowned and asked harshly.

Foco suddenly stretched out his left hand in his pocket, and threw the three-color ribbon hanging between his fingers in front of the boy. The Knight's Iron Cross hanging on the ribbon almost hit the boy's face. The shape of the double swords shines brightly under the light: "Former member of Hitler's Junior Squad in the Karotenberg district of Berlin, knight of the Third Reich, 27st Squadron 'North Africa' of the [-]th Air Force Wing Hajo Siegfried Führer division."

The boy opened his eyes wide, and when Foco took back the Knight's Iron Cross that was raised in front of his eyes, he said in surprise, "The Star of North Africa?!"

Foucault shrugged noncommittally, and said, "You haven't answered my question just now, Mr. Squad Leader."

The boy wearing the epaulettes of the Hitler Junior Team hesitated for a moment, then replied, "It's the dross from the rotten West, American jazz."

"What they played just now," Foco casually looked in the direction of the band, "is Aryan light music composed by Peter Creed." After that, he put his hands behind his back and walked around the frozen boy slowly. Walking around in a hurry, he said loudly: "When Keide joined the Nazi Party in [-], you were probably still in primary school, Mr. Monitor!"

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