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Wintergreen

           Withsickcallsuspendedandthedoortothemedicaltentnailedshut,DocDaneekaspenttheintervalsbetweenrainperchedonahighstool,wordlesslyabsorbingthebleakoutbreakoffearwithasorrowingneutrality,roostinglikeamelancholybuzzardbelowtheominous,hand-letteredsigntackeduponthecloseddoorofthemedicaltentbyCaptainBlackasajokeandlefthangingtherebyDocDaneekabecauseitwasnojoke.Thesignwasborderedindarkcrayonandread:"CLOSEDUNTILFURTHERNOTICE.DEATHINTHEFAMILY."

           Thefearflowedeverywhere,intoDunbar’ssquadron,whereDunbarpokedhisheadinquiringlythroughtheentranceofthemedicaltentthereonetwilightandspokerespectfullytotheblurredoutlineofDr.Stubbs,whowassittinginthedenseshadowsinsidebeforeabottleofwhiskeyandabelljarfilledwithpurifieddrinkingwater.

           "Areyouallright?"heaskedsolicitously.

           "Terrible,"Dr.Stubbsanswered.

           "Whatareyoudoinghere?"

           "Sitting."

           "Ithoughttherewasnomoresickcall."

           "Thereain’t."

           "Thenwhyareyousittinghere?"

           "WhereelseshouldIsit?Atthegoddamofficers’clubwithColonelCathcartandKorn?DoyouknowwhatI’mdoinghere?"

           "Sitting."

           "Inthesquadron,Imean.Notinthetent.Don’tbesuchagoddamwiseguy.Canyoufigureoutwhatadoctorisdoinghereinthesquadron?"

           "They’vegotthedoorstothemedicaltentsnailedshutintheothersquadrons,"Dunbarremarked.

           "IfanyonesickwalksthroughmydoorI’mgoingtogroundhim,"Dr.Stubbsvowed.

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