WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

Person 1

Sean is not uncommon; in fact, it is one of the most common English names.

Just like John.

In the history of English naming, names often come from one's profession or experiences.

In fact, many nice-sounding English names, such as Henry and William, come from the Germanic language family.

Either it's the high-class Hebrew language family like Daniel's.

Like Bisherp, who is a female monkey.

American names are more often based on professions, such as carpenter or groom.

Early immigrants to the United States were mostly vagrants and criminals, as well as a group of Irish savages who liked to be gangsters.

Sean got off the bus late because of Marilyn Monroe.

The two soldiers shouted, and even called out titles to distinguish the other Seans.

When that phrase "the American hero of the empire" was uttered.

Many people around turned to look.

"Is that Sean Wayne? The Los Angeles Times commentator?"

"Yes, it's him. After all, he's the only American hero in the Empire."

Haha! Laughter erupted from the surrounding area.

Sean became famous, after all, he was the first American to receive the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves from Germany.

"Could you please stop using that title?" It's so embarrassing. Sean glared at the two soldiers.

"But Colonel Patton said that receiving the Knight's Cross is the highest honor a soldier can receive."

It turned out to be that rude bastard.

Is this my fault? At first, none of you believed me when I said it, but the orator and Guderian believed me. Is that my fault?

The enemy's evaluation of me is much higher than that of my own people.

"Do you need my help?" a soldier asked, looking at the little girl hanging on Sean's back.

"Need not."

The two exchanged a glance and led Sean to the car outside.

This is a military green Willys MB Jeep from World War II.

Hundreds of thousands of vehicles were produced, and they are frequently seen in the East.

I actually saw one alive? This isn't a replica from a TV series.

Sean placed little Marilyn in the back seat and reached out to curiously touch the jeep.

"Do you like it? You can buy one."

"How much?"

"It will probably cost around $800 now."

It might rise to $1000 in a few months.

This car is highly collectible; it's not a replica or a tribute version, but the original.

It is the ancestor of off-road vehicles, and an original MB was worth over $100,000 in the 21st century.

Okay, I'd rather have a Beetle.

After all, it can keep out the rain.

Sean shut his mouth, started the car, and they arrived at a hotel near the naval base.

"Remember to be on time for your speech tomorrow," the soldier reminded Sean as he left.

"We'll come to pick you up tomorrow at noon, since ordinary people can't enter the base."

"Thanks."

It was getting late; they had been on a green train all day.

Marilyn Monroe had already gone to sleep.

Sean placed her on the bed, turned on the fan on one side, and covered her stomach with it.

He curled up on the sofa.

It's really hot in San Diego, which is close to the Mexican border.

This place will become one of the largest transit points for drug smuggling in the future.

Below it lies Juarez, a world-class disaster city, a place where even God would wear a bulletproof vest.

The next morning, Marilyn took Sean out for a stroll.

San Diego is California's third-largest economy, after Los Angeles and San Francisco, and is also the second-largest city in California. It is significantly larger than San Francisco, and the world-famous Golden Gate Bridge may not have been built yet at that time.

Sean really wanted to visit San Francisco in this era, to see Stanford University, and to see the grand theater in Chinatown.

He took a bite of an Eastern snack and missed the taste.

After a morning of fun, we dragged our tired bodies back to the hotel, while Marilyn, with her petite frame, seemed to have inexhaustible energy, still chattering away beside us.

They kept insisting on going to the amusement park by the sea.

Sean covered his ears and lay on the bed to rest.

Soon there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Sean, it's time."

Sean opened the door; it was the same soldier from yesterday. "Okay, wait a minute."

Sean tidied his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Marilyn Monroe was staring longingly at the soldier.

"I'm all alone now. I'm still a child, and I'm still a girl."

The two soldiers suppressed a laugh. "Alright, you can come with us, but you can't wander off."

"I promise."

The two soldiers looked at Sean with smiles on their faces. "Your daughter is adorable."

"I'm single," Sean emphasized repeatedly.

"Haha." The soldiers kept laughing.

Monroe led the father and daughter into the base, with a female lieutenant by her side.

"Your daughter is adorable."

"I'm single," Sean repeated.

The female officer covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "You're shy."

FUCK, I don't want to explain.

Sean walked toward the conference room with a dark expression.

On the other side of the base, in the mess hall—well, I should say the officers' mess hall.

A large group of colonels, major generals, brigadier generals, and lieutenant generals are having a meal.

They ate while discussing today's speech.

"I heard it was Sean, a commentator, who gave us a speech, and it was about military matters."

"Haha, critics? Aren't those guys all talk and no action?"

"Yes, Sean isn't even from a military background."

"What could he possibly know?"

Such topics are everywhere.

Many people believe that most military commentators have military experience; otherwise, they might not even know the models and performance of weapons.

How do you comment? How do you become an expert?

Most officers looked down on Sean, a guy who could predict a few battles by luck.

What do you think?

There were three unusual guys in the corner of the restaurant.

Patton, an army officer and a navy officer.

"General Eisenhower, Sean is not a clueless young man. I dare say he understands mechanized air-ground integration better than anyone else here, and he knows more about armored formations than anyone else."

His knowledge is so broad that I can't believe he's only 21.

"Yeah?"

Eisenhower, one of America's most legendary generals, nodded slightly.

"And you?" He turned his head to the other side. "Nimitz, what do you think? This is your navy's territory."

Nimitz, a legendary naval commander in the Pacific War, was also a famous general of the era, who rose to fame in the Battle of Midway.

"The War Department must have had some reason for inviting him to give us a speech. I've read Sean Wayne's comments; he's quite capable, able to accurately analyze and predict events even before the war begins."

I can even understand why Guderian held him in such high regard.

While everyone else was still exploring, he had already foreseen the immense power of integrated air-ground warfare.

Call for air support, air-ground coordination, and infantry-tank coordination.

An information-based communication and command chain, coupled with air superiority, means that this person may not have served in the military or know how to lead troops into battle, but...

He possessed a keen sense of the war situation, a quality far exceeding that of ordinary people.

I must say, he's absolutely right.

The future belongs to integrated land, sea, and air warfare. He may not be the greatest military strategist, but he is undoubtedly the most pioneering and innovative person of our time!