Follow the heart to Myanmar

Chapter 2 Sergeant of the United States Marine Corps

“I'm Captain James Marshall of the United States Marine Corps. Come and pick you up at the request of the United Nations.” The girl looked at the young man. Western-style handsome face His indifferent eyes were almost indifferent to look at her. 'He looks so arrogant and arrogant that he really is the most influential army officer in the world,' thought the girl. She looked at him directly.

“Hello, my name is Ploy Pailin. I'm a war reporter. This is luck, the photographer,” she said with a cheerful smile, despite her upset. "I'm Sergeant Scott Lawrence," the driver also introduced himself.

“Thank you for picking us up.” A young lady counts one to three, not to be angry and blame him for being late at the wrong time.

“I'm sorry we're late. make you wait We had a bit of a problem during the trip,” James said, regretting it, but his expression remained indifferent.

“I'm glad you expressed your condolences. Usually, I think you guys are a hundred times more punctual than us.” The young lady was sarcastic. until he felt that his gaze turned slightly towards her

“We should probably travel together,” he cuts.

“I said so.”

“I said so.” The two voices in sync made the driver secretly smile. They turned to look at each other. But the young man stood still without a sense of humor. Ploy, Sapphire and Luck fluently jumped into the back of the car. Before the humvee traverses an empty dirt road along a dusty dirt road and trees on either side. Soon the car drove through the city limits. The young woman secretly looked at the young soldier with a slight look in her heart. 'What a handsome man, like a Hollywood movie star, but so pretentious.' A young woman overheard him talking to his soldiers, ignoring them. until James felt his gaze staring at the young man through the windshield So he looked back and saw those big brown eyes like almonds staring at him. The girl didn't dodge because she couldn't escape in time. So she pretended to ask: “How long will it be until I reach the hotel?”

“We have to travel a total of 16 hours, or 15 hours if we don't have any obstacles in our journey. We won't stop along the way because it's too dangerous. But we will stop for lunch during the day and in the evening. I ask you to be patient until we reach Yangon. I guess we should arrive around 3am tomorrow. We will take you to the hotel. Please don't worry.”

He explained in a polite but indifferent manner.

“I don't think it will take us that long.”

“Actually, we've received reports that the helicopter will bring you down even closer. but with the air combat situation So they didn't want to risk driving their way through. That's why we were late to pick you up.”

“Oh,” said the girl, feeling slightly guilty for scolding him. A solemn gaze stared at her. But looking at the young woman, she wasn't sad or sad at all.

“How is the situation here?” the woman began to question. “There were also general battles in the outer regions. In the city there are ongoing protests of the people. Soon you will be making the news yourself.”

“I think the UN military will be another nation. I didn't think it was you. Because your president just announced sanctions on Myanmar last week. I didn't think General Min Kok would allow you to set up camp. Where did you guys get in?” she said.

“The United States Army has a task force under the UN Council directives. in the matter of human rights to help the victims of the civil war Therefore, humanitarian reasons, the US Army is willing to help with full force.”

“And where are your military bases located?” she added.

“I must not answer. because it might not be good for us.”

“Why? Maybe if we help spread the news? More people will have access to help.”

“We are not here to give you things. Aid agencies will do their own thing. We're just here to keep the people of the United Nations safe, including you, journalists. If requested,” he explains, “please don't ask questions that I can't answer, I'll be grateful.” He glanced straight at her through the windshield, commanding fierce eyes.

“Okay, I get it.” The woman smiled. before settling in the same calm as her photographer

“Wait about two hours. If we find a restaurant, we'll take a twenty minute break to eat. before the next departure I hope you understand why I have to limit my time. Because traveling at night is quite dangerous. We did not come as friend or foe. We can therefore become victims of dissent.”

“Oh, yes.” The woman nodded in understanding. So she remained silent.

The woman accidentally glanced at the young man through the mirror often. Sometimes I feel that someone's eyes are staring at me as well. But when he looked away, he often saw him sitting with his neck straight. His eyes were still looking straight to the road in front of him, not distracted. They stopped for a meal in a restaurant at the orders of the young man. before continuing the journey The humvee drove past the swarms of demonstrators that had been forcibly forcibly pulled at regular intervals. There was a Burmese army car driving behind them all the way. Below are Burmese soldiers with M-Sixteen rifles controlling the crowd along the way. The girl looked at the pictures with interest. It caused the Humvees to slow down to allow the protesters to pass. She had awakened her sleeping luck because she had been sick with motion sickness since getting into the car. The Scottish soldier drove fast to keep up with his orders. therefore do not care whether passengers have any symptoms Ploy Sapphire

“Don't take a picture.” James turned around to stop him, his face slightly strained.

“Why, I need a picture.” The girl continued to take pictures.

“If you take pictures now, we might have trouble reaching the hotel.”

"I'm a journalist, I'm here to do news, it's my job." She was stubborn.

“Please stop taking pictures,” James scolded again. The woman did not stop until the man turned around and immediately grabbed the phone from the woman's hand and put it in his pocket.

“Are you crazy? Give me back my phone right now.” He kept his face indifferent, ignoring her. A humvee drove past a group of Burma soldiers. The platoon leader came to a halt next to their vehicle holding a combat-ready M-sixteen. Distrustful eyes stared at them. “Where are you going?” he asked in English.

”We will go to the Yangon Hotel. I have to take away the stranded tourists,” replied the Scottish soldier. The soldier looked past. The two American soldiers sat in silence. Luck was lying on top of their bag. The girl looked at the situation paranoidly.