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How long does it take to have quarter of an hour?

For many people, the fifteen minutes are a moment of time. Drink a cup of coffee and smoke a slowly burning cigarette. This time is an inadvertent passage for many people...

For some people on the verge of life and death, fifteen minutes is as long as fifteen days, fifteen months or even fifteen years...

And the fifteen minutes of that day felt like five years long. After those fifteen minutes, I felt like I had grown up five years old, no longer fantasizing about the empty things on weekdays, and truly integrated into this warship. This day was my first actual combat since I participated in the navy. Although it was not as large as other maritime battles I participated in in the future, for me, I will never forget the battle that day, nor will I lose the comrades who died in my arms.

On the sea, inspired by the influence of Zunyi, all destroyers did not release smoke to hide themselves. Instead, they "put their heads in front of the Japanese army like women who took aphrodisiacs, fearing that the Japanese enemy planes would not see them. Some sailors on the ships even took off their pants and bent down to slap their bare butts at the sky, provoking them, in order to let the Japanese army attack themselves to protect their flights. Although I don't know if this really caused a substantial provocation, I feel that such provocation really gave us a little more bombs and torpedoes... Because everyone knows that although the smoke blocked the sight of the enemy plane's attack, it also blocked our sight. Although no one would despise the act of releasing smoke to preserve themselves in this situation, none of us would want to hide aside when the brothers on other ships fought bravely to kill the enemy.

During that time, we were subjected to multiple air strikes, and Japanese fighter jets flocked toward the last moment like hornets stabbed in the old nest. The bombs dropped from the sky landed densely around our ships like dumplings. It was not until that day that I gave the operators in the cab a good look. I thought they had only read a few years more than me to get such a comfortable position, but on that day, I at least witnessed them flexibly manipulating destroyers to avoid at least ten bombs and torpedoes. I thought that if it weren't for their flexible maneuvering, I wouldn't have lived until now to write these things.

In addition to thanking the guy in the cab, I also want to thank the bastards in the engine room. Their favorite thing on weekdays is to wear oily work clothes and rubbish the crowds of people in our deck area, which is dirty and dirty. Let them, the eternal "mafia" have a balance. Many people don't like these guys doing this, but they are happy to be looking for opportunities to rub your hands.

But the guys on that day said: "The people in the engine room are the place on the ship that have the least chance to escape. Instead of doing this, it is better not to think about how to escape, but to think about how to do our work to the best place to die!!"

When the guys in the engine room said this, they threw the youngest comrades out of the engine room, carrying them out. The guys who were thrown out cried and wanted to stay and work together. However, these old sailors did not give them the chance to lock the hatch from the inside, and then locked themselves in the high-temperature engine room to watch all the instruments and pipes. On weekdays, this is the hottest place on the ship, and some places can even be roasted sweet potatoes directly. This is also one of the most enviable places for other cabin personnel, but it is really true that not many people are willing to stay there for more than ten minutes. It is too hot and the huge noise makes people unable to hear clearly when they speak, but they never speak in sign language.

When today's battle was over, when the people in the engine room unzipped the inner lock and walked out, no one was dry on their body, and their sweat was dripping from shirts to underwear without twisting. Everyone was running at the engine for a long time with high power, and the indoor temperature was hotter than usual. Everyone had slight scalding on the surface of their exposed skin, and the hands were more burns caused by emergency repair of high-temperature parts.

That day, all the brothers on the destroyer were in the same place. They all performed their training level beyond their usual level. Everyone tried their best to display their abilities. They avoided every falling bomb and rushing torpedo.

Although everyone tried hard to hide, there was still a bomb falling on our land ship. At that time, I was helping a sailor bandage the wound caused by the jumping when the enemy machine gun was fired. I heard a loud bang in the bow direction. The explosion caused the ground air waves to push me hard onto the wall of the ship. The head and the hull hit hard. If the sailor had not seen me just now, he had a steel helmet on the head of me, a medical soldier. I guess even if I didn't kill me, I would have bumped into a concussion.

Even though the helmet protected my head, I still felt the severe collision pain on my body. After checking my body, I found that I did not suffer any greater harm except for the bumps.

After slapping the ground sailor, he ran towards the explosion of the bow.

Before I got there, I was already irritated by the thick smoke from the explosion and couldn't open my eyes. However, I was unable to continue moving forward. Some wounded people had already pulled away from there under other comrades. Now there were wounded people waiting for me to deal with the injuries in front of me.

When I urgently dealt with two fractures and muscle damage and bleeding, the wounded in the ground. Two sailors brought a seriously injured person to my ground. When I saw him, he was pitch black all over and his face was dark and his face was so dark that it was hard to recognize who he was. His lungs were pierced by damaged parts. It was still thanks to the stabbing parts that were not pulled out. However, when the parts were moved during the rescue just now, the parts were pulled out. Faced with such injuries, I could not help him.

But he seemed to know how serious his injury was, so he didn't say anything, and his injury could not make him say anything. The blood from the broken lung lobes flowed out of my mouth and nose, contaminating my holding his hand.

He tried hard to touch something from his pocket, so I hurriedly helped him find half a pack of cigarettes from his trouser bag. Looking at his eyes, I knew he wanted to take a sip before he died. When I saw his eyes, I cried sadly, and told him not to die in a trembling voice, and went to find a lighter in a hurry. But because I don't smoke normally, where can I find the lighter now... And the blood on my hands had already soaked the cigarette, and the white cigarette paper was covered with black and red blood.

Seeing his life passing by little by little, but I was unable to fulfill his last wish, I felt even more panicked, my mind was blank, and I couldn't remember to find a lighter from other places. I only knew that I was repeatedly searching for a few pockets, looking for a lighter that didn't exist on me at all.

Just like this, I don’t know how much I have passed, and I woke up after being slapped hard by the sailor. At this time, I realized that the sailor in my arms had long been dead, and what I can’t remember was those few minutes. Now I can only remember the comrade’s gradually dimming eyes, and the wound that gradually dried up and no longer flowed with blood.

After being beaten by the sailor, the sailor didn't blame me much, but just asked me to cheer up and rescue others. When I left here, I looked back at the dead sailor. Although I had seen dead people in medical school, I had never witnessed a person slowly dying by my side, in my arms. Not long after I got on the ship, I couldn't call out their names completely, but they respected me very much because I was a doctor, and I would do my best to help them treat all kinds of strange wounds and diseases.

Following the sailor, I came to a place where I could not explode. There were a few corpses and some human fragments. I immediately vomited these human limb fragments. Although I had seen corpses in medical school, I had never seen such a tragic scene. Although the power of the bomb was greatly reduced by the strong wall bin, the high temperature of the explosion instantly burned the surface of the corpse. The potential energy generated by the air waves brought everything that could be carried and flew everywhere. Many broken iron pieces were sharper than the cutting machine at this high speed, and these human fragments were works under the tyranny of these fragments.

The sailor grabbed my collar and tie with one hand and walked through here and came to the outside of the ship. Here, although there was no smoke on the bow of the ship, I saw the ship hit by a bomb still fighting. The various air defense fire points at the rear of the ship were still spitting bombs at the enemy planes in the sky, blocking the enemy planes who wanted to take advantage of the situation and continue to expand their results.

I even saw a soldier close to the explosion point injured his legs, but he still stubbornly dragged the ammunition box to climb to the fire point not far away. Where he climbed, a long blood stain was dragged out on the deck. The soldiers at the fire point were each injured, and a soldier even had his eyes hit outside and kept shaking, but he just simply bandaged his hands and kept pressing the 38mm anti-aircraft shells into the magazine.

I know him. He once said in front of me that he could complete the task of loading ammunition with his eyes closed. At that time, I thought he was bragging, but after seeing this scene, I absolutely believed his words, because I could see that his other eye had been covered with blood. He was completely completing his mission with the touch of his body and the feeling of being tempered in daily life, so that the anti-aircraft guns could continuously drive away or kill the Japanese devils in the sky.

"Hurry up and help other wounded people, these guys are our navy's treasure!"
Chapter completed!