The entry of the United States into the war aroused enthusiasm from all walks of life, and people enthusiastically joined the army.
Some people want to avenge their loved ones at Pearl Harbor, while others because military pay is a sure guarantee.
Of course, there are also people who fight for pure faith, such as Steve's father, who, in order to help people on the other side of the globe fight against the brutal oppression, quit his leisurely job at Su Ming's shipyard, joined the army, and was sent to the European theater.
Bucky's father, of course, wanted to be with him, and together they joined the Army's 107th Division, currently stationed in England, where they are said to be bombed by the Germans every day.
Many of the workers in Su Ming's factory left and chose to go to the battlefield, and most of the workers in the rear became women, and it seemed strange for adult men to stay in their homeland.
War has such a strange charm, people with different ideals, go to the same battlefield.
It was a bloody prospect, but many people did not hesitate to cross the ocean, brave the wind and waves and the danger of being besieged by submarines, to unfamiliar lands.
About three months later, Bucky and Steve received obituaries from their fathers, Bucky's mother died of grief, and Steve's mother died of tuberculosis.
They were all orphaned and felt the real pain of war.
"The U-boat sank the USS Virginia."
"Nazi recaptures Zhytomyr."
"U.S. troops lost 32,000 men."
There was no good news in the newspapers, and Steve didn't want to see such news at all, but he needed the newspaper to cover his figure.
He is now in a small town called Palamós, New Jersey, and this is his fourth time in the draft.
Since the United States entered the war, recruitment points have been set up in all cities and even in rural areas, and World War II was fought about population and production capacity.
It stands to reason that the United States needs soldiers.
Uncle Sam in a red and white hat and a blue tuxedo is shown in a poster on the wall, pointing at everyone who passes by and telling them iantyou!.
But Steve failed in the first three drafts because he was in poor health.
Sometimes he also felt as if he was cursed, and there were so many illnesses on his body that doctors were so sore when they wrote medical records, although they were not serious illnesses, but they made him extremely weak.
The recruiting point was a hospital, and he was sitting in the hall with a group of shirtless strong men waiting for the call to be called, compared to him, normal people were taller and stronger, and he could only stand on the chest of others.
He was so thin that his thighs were not as thick as other people's wrists.
As before, the medical examinations have been completed, and he is now just waiting for the results.
"O'Connell."
"Henry."
"Kaminsky."
The doctor at the counter called the names of the subjects one by one, stamped the conscription files with qualified stamps, and those who passed could receive a notice and go to the recruit camp for training.
In the midst of war, this training is often only four weeks or less, and whether what they learn will save their lives on the battlefield is a matter of opinion.
"Rogers?"
The bald doctor looked down and sorted out the papers, calling out his name: "Steve?
” The strong man sitting next to Steve was friendly, but he also pushed his elbow against him a little tightly, and when he saw that Steve did not respond, he raised his eyebrows and motioned for Steve to read the article in the newspaper in his hand.
"There were quite a few deaths there, and that made you feel more determined to go to war?"
Steve took a breath, put down the newspaper and walked to the counter, surrounded by a group of muscular men in a dimly lit room, he felt like he was going to suffocate.
"No, I won't waver."
Although he said this, he still stood in front of the counter with some worry, watching the doctor look back and forth at his physical examination report, and his heart was full of thoughts.
Strictly speaking, it was legal for him to take a medical examination for the first time, and after that, he lied about his identity and participated many times, which if he was caught, he would go to jail.
"Rogers" The doctor flipped through the report, raised one eyebrow, and looked up at the man in front of him, who was only about 1.5 meters, and his tone was a little strange.
This height is shorter than some women, not to mention that he is too thin just by looking at his eyes, and he is estimated to be enough to carry a gun.
Lifting the name list in front of him, the doctor lowered his head again, after all, the visual inspection is not rigorous, maybe this little man is from the circus, is that kind of thin Hercules?
But on the second page, the family situation says that both parents are dead, which makes him suspect that this little man has a family history of genetic diseases.
"How did your father die?"
Steve could also guess why the doctor asked, as he wasn't the first to ask.
"Mustard gas poisoning."
But no matter how many times he recalled, the answer still made him uncomfortable.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and replied with difficulty: "He was serving in the 107th Division of the Army at that time, and I really wish I had been drafted myself at that time." ” The doctor bowed his head and said nothing.
"What about your mother?"
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"She was a nurse in a tuberculosis ward before she died, and she was infected by a patient, and there was no medicine to save her."
Steve sadly replied that he sensed that the war had brought too much misfortune to the people, so he wanted to join in and hope that it would end in his own hands.
The doctor did not raise his head, he had heard too many tragic stories since the beginning of the war.
The father went to join the army and died at the front, the son also joined the army for revenge, and then he also died, followed by another son, or the son's son.
There is no reason why war consumes human life, and you can only pray for good luck on the battlefield.
With a sigh in his heart, he continued to look at the results of the medical examination, but the long list of names immediately attracted his attention.
Asthma, scarlet fever, rheumatism, rhinitis, chronic cold, high blood pressure, heart disease, anxiety Such a person should go to a sanatorium, not to the front line, where a wound infection can easily kill him in a place where there is a lot of war.
"I'm sorry, kid."
The doctor raised his head and gave an official reply, he could not let such a person go to the battlefield, it was irresponsible for life.
He was ready to stamp the veto.
"Wait, I just want a chance."
Steve was a little anxious, is this time going to fail again?
The doctor understood why he wanted to go to war, and the reason for avenging his father was unassailable, but he also reluctantly told him the truth: "You can't enlist in the army just because you have asthma." ” Steve took a few steps forward and lowered his voice, "So, maybe you can help me?"
” As long as the doctor raises his hand, he can pass, and the United States is now conscripting tens of thousands of soldiers every day, who can notice such a small man as him?
He stared into the doctor's eyes, maybe his sincere eyes could make the doctor understand his determination to join the army?
However, the doctor only saw a madman who was carried away by hatred and planned to risk his own life, this kind of physical condition, let alone going to war, might die on the way to England by boat.
"I'm just helping you" The doctor shook his head, held up the unqualified 4F seal, and stamped it on the medical examination report: "Help you save your life." ” Steve's heart was dark.
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