Survive as a World War II Soldier - Chapter 60



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#060

My mind was more preoccupied than ever with the Great Depression looming before us.

But didn’t the old saying go that the more you rush, the more you should turn back?

Isn’t life like this, where if you rush things, you’ll make mistakes, and small mistakes snowball into bigger problems that you can’t handle?

I tried to prepare for the coming winter as calmly as possible.

It was one of those busy days.

“Marriage?”

“Yeah. How long do you plan on exploiting this old mother?”

“Ha, but.”

“Doug. No matter how great your lieutenants are, there are things they can and cannot do. This mother is not the same anymore.”

I couldn’t argue with Mrs. Pinky’s grumbling words that it was time for her to get married.

Even though she wasn’t that young when I first met her, I’ve always had the feeling that Mrs. Pinky hasn’t been the same lately.

however,

“Where can you find a woman like your mother?”

In fact, it’s not like there weren’t any women in the past. He didn’t walk around on three legs and four feet like the hot-blooded MacArthur of the original history, but he didn’t live in solitude like a priest either.

I just didn’t want to get into trouble for the wrong reasons.

They say heroes are lustful, but isn’t it also women who are the biggest reason why successful men end up ruined?

But my thoughts and others’ thoughts seemed to be different.

“Do you know what kind of rumors are going around these days? I’m so dumbfounded···.”

When I asked what the rumor was, Mrs. Pinky rolled her eyes and answered.

“You like old women.”

“Huh? Who the hell says such nonsense?”

“Think about the ages of the women you meet. How can you not say something like that?”

As I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to say, Mrs. Pinky clicked her tongue.

“Tsk. You only meet divorcees and widows every day, so that’s why you’re talking like that. Are you really that kind of person?”

“How could that be?”

I just preferred a relationship where we could enjoy each other’s company and break up cleanly. That’s why I was so careful about contraception.

Although I was living in the early 20th century, I still had countless memories of the 21st century.

The power of the A-Youth Law, which is imprinted there like an instinct, is also powerful, but first of all···.

‘Young girls are so scary.’

A young and pretty girl.

Who wouldn’t like that?

But for kids in their late teens and early twenties, there was no telling where they would end up.

And on top of that, if you get involved with those kids who are of marriageable age…

I needed a wife who would be my companion like my mother, Mrs. Pinky, not a doll to carry around like a trophy.

Mrs. Pinky, who had been quietly looking at me, announced with a stern expression.

“This time, it was really hard to get this job done, so if you fail, I won’t let you off easy.”

“Ha. Okay, I understand.”

Judging by Mrs. Pinky’s momentum, it seemed like whoever it was would hang on until I got married.

##

Again, again, again.

I turned my head at the sound of high heels and doubted my eyes.

So, Mrs. Pinky was a typical 20th-century American, and she was especially proud of me, her son, and she was a person who ran through her body like blood.

So, I had a good idea that the person she was talking about was a young woman of marriageable age.

So, I was thinking of having a quick meal and then going on a business trip to the countryside for a few weeks.

however,

“Anna?”

“yes.”

Anna doesn’t appear here…

Mother, what kind of shameless criminal are you trying to make me into?

Anna bit her lip and asked me as I abruptly got up.

“Am I not pretty?”

“what?”

“It took me a full three hours to do my hair today. What about my clothes and makeup?”

“Oh, well. It’s pretty. It’s pretty.”

Anna’s appearance, speaking in a voice that seemed as if she was about to cry, was, yes, pretty.

If you didn’t know who it was, you’d be wise to look back once more.

It’s pretty, but…

“I’m hungry. I’ve been starving all day to prepare for this. Are you really going?”

How could that be? I sighed and sat back down.

And we began to eat in an utterly awkward silence.

Feeling stuffy and thirsty, I kept reaching for the wine that came with it.

Looking back, I shouldn’t have done that.

The moment I sat down again, the game was already over.

##

It wasn’t easy from the morning.

I tried to wear mature clothes and make-up to match MacArthur’s taste, which I heard from Eisenhower.

“No. No. You’ll never be able to seduce my son like that, right?”

“yes?”

“My son’s tastes are definitely not those of old women. Listen carefully, Anna. Not only my son’s tastes, but all men’s tastes are one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Pretty woman.”

Under the force of Mrs. Pinky, I ended up changing all the clothes, makeup, and even my hairstyle that I had prepared.

“That’s right. Any man would be turned off by this.”

“Is that so?”

As Mrs. Pinky said, my reflection in the mirror looked pretty good to me.

On her way to meet MacArthur dressed up like that, Anna could feel the gazes of many men looking at her.

And with each step I took, my confidence grew.

however,

“Anna?”

The moment I saw MacArthur frowning at me, the confidence that had been rising to the top of my head instantly evaporated.

The meal began with MacArthur sitting down, barely able to tell that he was hungry.

‘What are you talking about?’

I wanted to say something in the awkward silence, but I couldn’t open my mouth because of MacArthur’s serious expression as he sipped his wine.

Clang.

Maybe it was because I was nervous, but I made a stupid mistake.

He lowered his head, looking at the fallen knife.

“Has the chef changed here? The steak has become tough.”

Anna bit her lip at MacArthur’s action of muttering with an indifferent expression and replacing the steak on her plate with the one that was already cut.

‘I can’t give up like this.’

Anna took a deep breath and picked up the wine glass next to her.

Anna, who had been gulping down her wine, raised her head and looked at MacArthur.

“Doug.”

“huh?”

“I like Doug.”

He grabbed MacArthur by the collar with his right hand and swallowed his lips.

Thump, thump, thump.

I could hear my heart pounding. What if he pushes me away? After all this…

I was momentarily anxious because of a sudden thought.

“Even if I regret it, I don’t know.”

“I don’t have any regrets.”

The sight of MacArthur snorting at her answer was incredibly charming.

And the time that followed was also···.

As soon as Anna woke up, frowning under the dazzling sunlight, she saw MacArthur sighing while washing his face.

When I saw that sight, my heart sank.

Suddenly,

‘MacArthur? Oh, you’re crazy.’

The words of his mother Eleanor, who had said that he was being unreasonably greedy, flashed through his mind.

Anna closed her eyes for a moment and savored the memories of last night. Then, as if she had made up her mind, she clenched her fists and got up.

“You woke up early.”

“Huh? Are you awake? How are you feeling?”

Anna smiled at MacArthur, who was asking her questions cautiously, and blurted out what she had prepared.

“It’s okay. And last night was just a drunken accident. It wasn’t anything serious.”

Shrugging her shoulders, Anna mumbled about how this was a common occurrence for kids her age these days.

“under.”

“So, don’t worry about anything···.”

I was about to get out of bed, saying I didn’t have to do it.

Whoosh.

MacArthur grabbed her wrist.

“Uh, uh.”

MacArthur climbed on top of Anna, who was lying back down on the bed due to that force. MacArthur looked down at her, holding her by both arms and asked.

“So I didn’t do anything special last night? Are you talking about that now?”

“No, that’s not it···.”

“Or is this MacArthur a worthless bastard who harasses innocent girls and doesn’t take responsibility for them?”

“yes?”

“I guess I must have been a little lacking last night, since you seem to be talking about such nonsense.”

Anna couldn’t come to her senses at the sight of MacArthur kissing her as he spoke.

##

After confirming that Anna was sleeping without moving an inch, I scratched my head and sighed.

Anna was pretty. She was so pretty that she couldn’t fight back even if someone grabbed her by the collar.

And honestly, if we only consider the conditions, there couldn’t be a better opponent.

Aside from being young and pretty, she had the skills I needed.

I knew he was a talented person to begin with, but after entrusting him with foundation work and watching him from the side…

At first, Marcus was displeased, but he was worried that Anna might get married and quit her job.

It was the same for me too.

Isn’t this the kid I’ve been watching since I was little?

People in the world said that she had missed her chance for marriage, but in his eyes, she was an incredibly charming and lovable child.

What about the family there?

Roosevelt.

His mother, Eleanor, was the niece of Republican President Theodore Roosevelt, and his father, Franklin, needs no explanation.

Because of that, I knew very well that there were quite a few guys lurking around, secretly targeting Anna.

‘I was thinking of shooting a shotgun with Franklin if any of the weaklings tried to get at them.’

however.

“Damn. I’m worried about getting hit instead of firing the shotgun.”

You have to go to your friend, even a guy a year younger than you, and ask him to give you his daughter.

“Should I wear a bulletproof vest?”

##

“Hahaha.”

When Roosevelt heard the news about Anna and MacArthur, he burst into a bright smile.

He was so happy that the secretary next to him said this.

“I think you’re happier than when you were elected governor of New York.”

“Oh, oh. Maybe so.”

Roosevelt tilted his head in confusion at his secretary’s words and answered.

I was also very happy when he became the governor of New York.

The difference in votes was really close, and it was a step closer to a dream that I might have to give up on after becoming paralyzed.

But getting MacArthur was equally valuable to him.

I knew he was no ordinary man from the moment I was introduced to him by my old friend Arthur III.

Because there wasn’t a single man in the MacArthur family who wasn’t famous.

But the more they met in person and developed a relationship, the more surprised Roosevelt became.

“Isn’t it a greeting that shows an unexpected side every time?”

“Yes, this Olympics was like that too.”

“It wasn’t just the Olympics. Without Doug, I would have been a total nobody.”

“No way.”

Roosevelt nodded slightly at his secretary’s words and continued speaking.

“That guy isn’t even fifty yet. He’s going to have to come to this world eventually.”

People say they have no interest in politics or have no thoughts about it, but does life really go as they want?

He wasn’t the type of person to retire quietly, but even if he wanted to, there was no way he could.

Because there’s no way either the Republican or Democratic party will let him go.

“Why would Hoover make that guy Chief of Staff? He must have been trying to somehow pull him over to the Republican Party.”

“I guess so.”

No matter how much he attracted public attention by being called the Queen’s friend, the position of Army Chief of Staff was not a position where one could gain fame.

“The Republicans are going to go crazy when they hear this news.”

“Then wouldn’t it be so?”

Friendship is good, but is it only for family?

Since ancient times, marriage alliance has been the most reliable means.

“Congratulations.”

Roosevelt smiled brightly and nodded at his secretary’s greeting.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, then should I contact Mrs. Pinky?”

“no.”

“yes?”

Being happy is being happy, and I couldn’t just blow this golden opportunity to tease my friend.

“Go to the gun store. What was the biggest thing we had in the house? What could I be holding that would make my son-in-law break out in a cold sweat?”

It was Roosevelt, humming a tune and urging me to push the wheelchair quickly.