The general's anger is not unreasonable.

Thinking of these nasty Italian "flies", clearly using their vague identities to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, or simply to create a little conflict between the United States and Italy, the lieutenant general's chest rose and fell in place for a few seconds, and he suddenly turned to Jonathan Lee not far away:

"A bunch of idiots, aren't they? Jonathan, what do you think? ”

“……”

The embarrassed colonel's staff officer was silent for a while at the general's words; Seeing Jonathan Lee in front of him with a strange face and a look of speechlessness, John Ford tilted his head to look at the staff officer in confusion, and then clapped his hands like waking up from a big dream:

"Oh - Major Jonathan, it looks like I'm sick again in the head from shrapnel in Saigon, forgetting that you have a quarter of Italian ancestry, haha! - But so what, my ancestors were not only orthodox Anglo-Saxons, but also of odious Viking blood, and perhaps a little bit of Indian. To put it bluntly, it's a mongrel, isn't it? ”

"Uh--Your Excellency...... General"

Destroyed by Ford's words, Colonel Lee thought hesitantly, it seems that His Excellency the General didn't drink today, maybe this guy will be more reliable with some gin?

Thinking of this eccentric general, his favorite thing to do was to put a magnet on his head to prove that he really had a piece of shrapnel blown up by the Viet Cong in his head, the colonel's face became very embarrassed, and he at this time completely ignored his own quarter of Italian blood, after all, as a native American. Now he doesn't care what the hell will happen to Italy in the north:

"Your Excellency, General. It's not early. Please move to the command center to host an operational meeting. ”

"Oh, - okay, okay!"

Reaching for the binoculars back into his satchel and patting his somewhat fat and ill-fitting uniform trousers, John Ford strode to the steep ramp; At this time, another fighter plane on the deck not far away ejected and took off, and inadvertently tilted his head to catch a glimpse of this scene, and the general's feelings seemed to have become very excited again, and he hummed the "Anchor March" in a loud voice, and shouted a few words viciously:

"Rush boys! It's like flushing the toilet. Blow all the hateful noodle party away! - Hehe, uh...... Jonathan, you're a quarter of Italian ancestry, you don't care, do you? ”

"Uh...... It's okay, it's okay......"

Following the high-spirited, but obviously a little lacking in the brain, the colonel's staff officer felt that the collar of his shirt was already covered with sweat, and while he was "whispering" in the corridor to follow the general's footsteps, he strengthened the suspicion in his heart, that is, the senior and abnormal vice admiral was suddenly arranged to command this huge aircraft carrier battle group, if there was not any misunderstanding. Then there must be hateful traitors, Russian spies in the upper echelons of the military!

Think of the fleet's destinations, and the flames of war that spread across Asia Minor, the Black Sea, and the Caucasus. Jonathan Lee couldn't help but shake his head, he listlessly returned the salute to the sergeants who walked by, but he was pessimistic about their actions this time.

Although it is true that in 1991, the last time they took part in the fighting, they beat Saddam Hussein in the Red Sea, but Russia is by no means Iraq: months of combat operations have proven that air pressure alone cannot defeat an adversary; Even an armed force as strong as the United States Army could only engage in a head-to-head confrontation with an adversary from the north. A few days ago, the "Stennis Airlines" sent a situation report, and he found out from a document that only senior officers could see that there were less than 20 combat planes left on the "Stennis Airlines" aircraft carrier that had returned home.

"Jonathan, - Jonathan!"

"W-What?"

Wandering forward, almost bumping into the general, the colonel's staff staggered up, only to see Lieutenant General Ford, with a stern face, standing with his hands in his hands, his dark gray eyes staring at him without blinking; Feeling that the general was obviously a little unhappy, Jonathan unconsciously felt a trace of timidity:

"Your Excellency General......"

"What are you worried about, Jonathan Lee? I know very well that in your eyes I am just a veteran at home, but my body is old and my will to fight has never been lost.

Do you think that our 'Eisenhower' is not strong enough to handle those hateful Russians? But let me remind you that the aircraft carrier battle group of the Fifth Fleet has also entered the Red Sea, and the Big-E (Enterprise, the call sign of the USS Enterprise) and the Constellation will soon join the fray to provide us with strong support. Even if the situation is difficult now, could it be that the slightest cowering of the Italians has made us lose the confidence to defeat the evil and the centralized power, and to face the enemy without doing anything? If this is the case, then why did Mark Mitchell invite me out of the mountains, and how can the flag of the free world continue to fly in the Mediterranean!

Hey, to hell with the Italians!

With their help, it might be fine; But even without these wall-mounted clowns, the United States' air power is enough to defeat any evil beings who are not capable of challenging the free world, you know? ”

"I—I understand perfectly, Your Excellency!"

Reprimanded by the aging general, Jonathan completely entered the state and responded with a "snap" like a private; At this time, he had already thrown his Italian blood out of the clouds, and he clearly did not notice how Vice Admiral Mark Mitchell, who had been diagnosed with mild schizophrenia, would run to the old general's house to ask him to come out again.

"Excellent! -- If I understand this, I will immediately notify the officers to assemble, and in the evening I will personally announce the pre-battle mobilization and get all the young men into action. In the upcoming large-scale offensive, we will definitely dare to fight a tough battle, and we will let the Russians taste the power of freedom bombs! ”

With that, John Ford shook his arm easily, buckled his brimmed hat on his head, and went on; But after walking two steps, he raised his hand and scratched his head, then turned his head and looked at the colonel's staff officer behind him with a puzzled expression, which made the latter feel a burst of hair in his heart:

"Uh-Jonathan, I remember you said you were a quarter of Italian ancestry?"

“……！”

……

Cruising aboard the "Eisenhower" in the Eastern Mediterranean, the colonel's depression was far from over.

And on the streets of Washington, D.C., six time zones to the west, thousands of miles from the battlefield, the morning sun is shining on Capitol Hill in late summer and early autumn, and the bronze statue on the central vault of a huge white building surrounded by grassy trees seems to be covered with a faint sheen.

On the east coast of the North American continent, far from the war-torn European front, the air on Capitol Hill is still so fresh, as if it has not been affected by the world war at all; But unlike the serenity and tranquility of the exterior building, the atmosphere of a speech and debate taking place in the grand auditorium of the huge Capitol Hill is not as harmonious as it seems.

“…… After months of combat operations, our goal is not yet complete; In the distant Iberian Peninsula, our allies, Greece and Turkey, are still struggling under the iron currents of the Soviet Union.

But, even today, as I walked into this imposing edifice and walked along the corridor leading to the synagogue, I was stopped by someone who asked me, 'Why had Europe been lost so lightly?'

No, all of this is an illusion!

You may think that this is a war that the presidents of all nations need to face; But what I'm saying is, as former President Richard Milhouse Nixon said, I can't help but say here -- The-question-at-issue-is-not-whether-Johnson's-war-becomes-Nixon's-war. The-greatest-question-is: How-can-we-win-America's-peace? ）

Gentlemen, before you complain that the war has dragged down the domestic economy and washed away the US-European dam on which the free world depends, can you also consider what is the merit of the so-called "30 percent increase in forward forces at the beginning, we can resist the rolling iron flow of the Warsaw Pact"?

Personally, I have always believed to this day that any argument of pursuing or passing the buck is worthless when the war is in full swing. The only thing we can do in the face of this difficult situation is to do everything we can and give everything we can to win this war for the United States and for the free world as a whole. 'Neither-peace, nor-war', these are not our pursuits, the only thing we hope for is victory, only victory can allow us to win back all the qiē! ”

The president in the speech turned flushed with excitement; After an impassioned speech, many members of Parliament applauded enthusiastically, and some even stood up and waved to the center of the room. However, unlike the actions of these people, like many of the people who were still sitting in silence around him, Senator James Havilland only shrugged his shoulders slightly, and whispered to the lawmaker next to him:

"Your Excellency the President means that you don't plan to continue investigating this matter, do you?" (To be continued......)