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Chapter 9

           IhadonwoolstockingsbutPassiniworeputtees.AllthedriversworeputteesbutPassinihadonlyoneleg.IunwoundtheputteeandwhileIwasdoingitIsawtherewasnoneedtotryandmakeatourniquetbecausehewasdeadalready.Imadesurehewasdead.Therewerethreeotherstolocate.IsatupstraightandasIdidsosomethinginsidemyheadmovedliketheweightsonadoll’seyesandithitmeinsideinbackofmyeyeballs.Mylegsfeltwarmandwetandmyshoeswerewetandwarminside.IknewthatIwashitandleanedoverandputmyhandonmyknee.Mykneewasn’tthere.Myhandwentinandmykneewasdownonmyshin.IwipedmyhandonmyshirtandanotherfloatinglightcameveryslowlydownandIlookedatmylegandwasveryafraid.Oh,God,Isaid,getmeoutofhere.Iknew,however,thattherehadbeenthreeothers.Therewerefourdrivers.Passiniwasdead.Thatleftthree.Someonetookholdofmeunderthearmsandsomebodyelseliftedmylegs.

           "Therearethreeothers,"Isaid."Oneisdead."

           "It’sManera.Wewentforastretcherbuttherewasn’tany.Howareyou,Tenente?"

           "WhereisGordiniandGavuzzi?"

           "Gordini’satthepostgettingbandaged.Gavuzzihasyourlegs.Holdontomyneck,Tenente.Areyoubadlyhit?"

           "Intheleg.HowisGordini?"

           "He’sallright.Itwasabigtrenchmortarshell."

           "Passini’sdead."

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