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Chapter 7

           Thedrivercameoutofthedoorwiththepapersforthewoundedinthecar.

           "Fourfor105.Twofor132,"hesaid.Theywerehospitalsbeyondtheriver.

           "Youdrive,"Isaid.Ihelpedthesoldierwiththeruptureupontheseatwithus.

           "YouspeakEnglish?"heasked.

           "Sure."

           "Howyoulikethisgoddamwar?"

           "Rotten."

           "Isayit’srotten.JesusChrist,Isayit’srotten."

           "WereyouintheStates?"

           "Sure.InPittsburgh.IknewyouwasanAmerican."

           "Don’tItalkItaliangoodenough?"

           "IknewyouwasanAmericanallright."

           "AnotherAmerican,"saidthedriverinItalianlookingattheherniaman.

           "Listen,lootenant.Doyouhavetotakemetothatregiment?"

           "Yes."

           "BecausethecaptaindoctorknewIhadthisrupture.IthrewawaythegoddamtrusssoitwouldgetbadandIwouldn’thavetogotothelineagain."

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