In September of the same year, the rest of the Moby Dick crew were retired.

In the winter of the same year, former Captain Moby Dick Tom and Deputy Captain Paul joined United Airlines as captain.

The former navigator Bill joined the National Geographic as editor.

Former wireless telegrapher Jonathan returned home to serve as a physics teacher and served as principal since 1958.

Mechanic Philip and former crew gunners Lewis, George and Val jointly run the Moby Dick car repair shop in Philadelphia.

Since 1962, the above people have joined the anti-war movement one after another.

From 1972 to 1992, all the survivors of the Moby Dick crew passed away.

Brad Downey, on March 28, 1945, was injured by anti-aircraft guns while participating in a mine-branch mission with Moby Dick as a bomber.

On January 1, 1946, Brad Downey married his girlfriend Martina Kruger and had a son, Curtis Downey.

In August 1965, Brad Downey and his wife and friends joined the anti-war movement and organized many large-scale anti-war demonstrations for veterans of World War II and veterans of the Chaozhou War.

In the spring of 1972, his only son Curtis was disabled and retired. On the night of August 15 of the same year, Brad Downey died suddenly at his own pawn shop. The next day, his wife Martina Kruger swallowed cyanide left over from World War II to commit suicide.

After World War II, Grant Downey went to China as a reporter from the New York Times and followed and reported on the Liberation War.

In the summer of 1949, he left China and returned to the United States because his friend was assassinated.

In the summer of 1950, he went to the Chaomos battlefield again as a New York Times reporter.

On the evening of November 26 of the same year, he was robbed by refugees and shot and fell into the river while he was shot and fell into the river.

Alvin, former Army Postman of the First Cavalry Division of the US Army.

On November 26, 1950, he jumped into Datong River to find his friend Grant's body and caused low temperature frostbite. On December 9 of the same year, he retired due to injury.

In August 1965, at the invitation of Brad, he joined the anti-war movement and also joined the civil rights movement.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the winter of 1968, on Thanksgiving night, he was murdered by racial elements in a car accident.

Having written this, the metal quill starts with another line: a talented bomb thrower will kill more people, he will become a nightmare for all living people on the ground, and will be a companion for nightmares for life, but they can also end the war at the same time.

That bomber...

Wei Ran couldn't help but smile. The bomber named Brad fought for the first half of his life to end the war, and the second half of his life to end the war.

In his sigh, the pale yellow paper page turned to the back, and the metal quill also wrote a line of text under the red vortex: Give it to our friend Victor, the arsonist, I hope you will never be troubled by nightmares, and may you be the ultimate nightmare of the enemy on land when you take off - in the name of bomber.

Is it arsonist?

Wei Ran smiled and said to himself, "I understand it as an arsonist, but it's right, that's not a crime..."

However, before he could reach out, the metal quill moved to a new page and drew a pattern the size of a teacup mouth.

This pattern is particularly simple. The upper half contains a B29 bomber's outline on the black background, the lower half is scorched earth scorched by flames, and a head that seems to be burning with flames.

In the middle of the intertwined up and down, is an E46 cluster incendiary bomb that is straight up and down.

A white traditional Chinese character is written on this incendiary bomb -

Immediately afterwards, a metal quill wrote a line of text under the pattern.

Tu Wan: The single battlefield caused more than 10,000 yuan of casualties to the enemy.

"Not enough, far from enough, I haven't recovered..."

While Wei Ran was chanting like a neuroticism, a red vortex appeared reluctantly under the pattern and text.

Things didn't end here. The paper pages full of stories and pain began to flip forward as the metal quill left, and finally stopped on the page of the Vietnam War. When the blue vortex where the butt bag that reporter Zach gave him flashed, the paper page began to move forward again, and finally stopped on the first page.

As expected, this time, in the column of his nickname, the three words "Arsonist" were written down by the metal quill.

It was not until the metal quill returned to its original position that Wei Ran put away the metal notebook and then took out the butt bag containing rinse potions and other items. He wanted to see what was more in it.

However, when he saw what he took out, he was stunned. This was not the US military butt bag, but the suitcase used by the Downey brothers.

On the outside of the lid on this box, the logo of Dumbo and White Whale was imprinted on the brown horse skin, and there was also an English message written on the back of the aviation photo Brad gave him: Give it to our friend Victor, the arsonist, I hope you will never be troubled by nightmares, and may you be the ultimate nightmare of the enemy on land when you take off - in the name of a bomber.

Gently open the unlocked box, there is also a curtain on the inside of the lid, with streamers hanging on it and a gold coin protecting it in the leather case.

Pull open the literally "priceful" curtain, and the inside of the lid was the large-sized aviation photo they gave to themselves, and also a photo with the two crews and a photo with Grant.

In this box, in addition to rinsing tools, potions and other items, as well as a large number of film models, there are also light meters and Nikon half-grid cameras in the previous butt bag, as well as a Kodak Gold Award camera and a Hasselblad 1600F camera.

Unfortunately, there are no two photo albums left by Grant in China, especially the ones he had about Yang Minhua.

In this regret, Wei Ran put away the photographer's suitcase and took out the thing from the first red vortex that had just appeared.

However, looking at what appeared in this spacious studio, he was stunned.

This time I gave a special code of Willis MC jeep, but what made him scolded was that in the middle of the head and co-pilot of the jeep, there was an extra thick metal bracket that seemed to be able to retract up and down. On the bracket, a K18 aviation camera was fixed, and it even pretended to be equipped with a shutter remote control that needed power to be used.

Wei Ran even instantly understood the hint of a living father: I have had a good time, and I’ll give you another B29 to be just a waste of money, so I’ll give you a little jeep.

I searched every day. Who can think of installing a special code aviation camera on the car? This little jeep can't fly, what can I use to take pictures of this special code?

Wei Ran hummed vaguely, but it did not delay him from circling around the small jeep that had folded the windshield and canvas canopy.

In addition to the extra large aviation camera that should not be installed on the car, there are also several other things on this car.

The passenger seat was stacked with two identical suitcases. He was almost sure that one of the suitcases had been used by the Donnie brothers, and a living father also gave him a photography box.

The other style is exactly the same, but there is no mark on the outside.

In addition, in the rear seats, there is also a folding camp bed, a duck down sleeping bag, an M1950-style hexagonal tent carefully wrapped in a large piece of waterproof canvas and matching floor nails.

Obviously, except for the aviation camera, the rest are all replicas of the things in the jeep that Grant drove back then for him to remember.

I always feel like I've lost a B29...

Wei Ran muttered dissatisfiedly, while lifting out the two locked boxes and easily pried open their respective locks.

One of the mouths was undoubtedly a photography box used by the Donnie brothers. Except for the pistol and camera, there were a lot of other things in it. Naturally, there was no gold coin here.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! In the second box, there are a large amount of film, and the one that occupies most of the space is two large barrels of large-sized aviation films.

They were photographed in the last few months of World War II, either in Dumbo's bomb bay or in the White Whale's bomb bay, photographed by Brad Downey and Victor, who did not exist.

The remaining space contains the US military butt bag that originally belonged to Wei Ran. In this butt bag is a Kodak 620 film or 120 film that carefully marks the shooting time and location.

Thanks to those markings, he could clearly know that these all came from the Tide Moss Battlefield and all came from Grant.

In addition to the basic shooting information, there is also a notepad with a pen sandwiched on these sealed cylinders.

Gently open this notepad full of battlefield records, but its title page is written in black pen with a string of English—

Grant Downey's experience in the Korean War:

I don't know if this war is considered justice or aggression, but these negatives that cannot be sent back to the United States through postman record the other side of the war.

Fortunately, I took pictures of these cruel and dark sides that I could not describe in words.

Sighing silently, Wei Ran, who had guessed something in it, gently closed the notepad and stuffed it into his butt bag, took out a film casually and pulled it out carefully.

Seeing that everything inside had been washed into negatives that could be seen, he breathed a little relieved and pulled out all the rest of the roll and placed it on the viewing device.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but he just saw the content taken by this film.

The moment the captured volunteer soldier spitted at the person who was tortured him, the scene of him being shot dead, and of course, the star-stripe tattoo on the hand holding the 1911 pistol.

After taking a deep breath, Wei Ran, who was in a pretty good mood, was ready to bear the pain in his heart after returning to reality.

In his busy schedule, films were pulled out one by one, and then they were swept into electronic files.
Chapter completed!