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Chapter 9

           "Iamallright."Hesatdownbesideme.Inamomenttheblanketinfrontofthedressingstationopenedandtwostretcher-bearerscameoutfollowedbythetallEnglishman.Hebroughtthemovertome.

           "HereistheAmericanTenente,"hesaidinItalian.

           "I’dratherwait,"Isaid."Therearemuchworsewoundedthanme.I’mallright."

           "Come,come,"hesaid."Don’tbeabloodyhero."TheninItalian:"Lifthimverycarefullyaboutthelegs.Hislegsareverypainful.HeisthelegitimatesonofPresidentWilson."Theypickedmeupandtookmeintothedressingroom.Insidetheywereoperatingonallthetables.Thelittlemajorlookedatusfurious.Herecognizedmeandwavedaforceps.

           "Çavabien?"

           "Çava."

           "Ihavebroughthimin,"thetallEnglishmansaidinItalian."TheonlysonoftheAmericanAmbassador.Hecanbehereuntilyouarereadytotakehim.ThenIwilltakehimwithmyfirstload."Hebentoverme."I’lllookuptheiradjutanttodoyourpapersanditwillallgomuchfaster."Hestoopedtogounderthedoorwayandwentout.Themajorwasunhookingtheforcepsnow,droppingtheminabasin.Ifollowedhishandswithmyeyes.Nowhewasbandaging.Thenthestretcher-bearerstookthemanoffthetable.

           "I’lltaketheAmericanTenente,"oneofthecaptainssaid.Theyliftedmeontothetable.Itwashardandslippery.Thereweremanystrongsmells,chemicalsmellsandthesweetsmellofblood.

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