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Chapter 9

           Theytookoffmytrousersandthemedicalcaptaincommenceddictatingtothesergeant-adjutantwhileheworked,"Multiplesuperficialwoundsoftheleftandrightthighandleftandrightkneeandrightfoot.Profoundwoundsofrightkneeandfoot.Lacerationsofthescalp(heprobedDoesthathurt?Christ,yes!)withpossiblefractureoftheskull.Incurredinthelineofduty.That’swhatkeepsyoufrombeingcourt-martialledforself-inflictedwounds,"hesaid."Wouldyoulikeadrinkofbrandy?Howdidyourunintothisthinganyway?Whatwereyoutryingtodo?Commitsuicide?Antitetanusplease,andmarkacrossonbothlegs.Thankyou.I’llcleanthisupalittle,washitout,andputonadressing.Yourbloodcoagulatesbeautifully."

           Theadjutant,lookingupfromthepaper,"Whatinflictedthewounds?"

           Themedicalcaptain,"Whathityou?"

           Me,withtheeyesshut,"Atrenchmortarshell."

           Thecaptain,doingthingsthathurtsharplyandseveringtissue"Areyousure?"

           Metryingtoliestillandfeelingmystomachflutterwhenthefleshwascut,"Ithinkso."

           Captaindoctor(interestedinsomethinghewasfinding),"Fragmentsofenemytrench-mortarshell.NowI’llprobeforsomeofthisifyoulikebutit’snotnecessary.I’llpaintallthisandDoesthatsting?Good,that’snothingtohowitwillfeellater.Thepainhasn’tstartedyet.Bringhimaglassofbrandy.Theshockdullsthepain;butthisisallright,youhavenothingtoworryaboutifitdoesn’tinfectanditrarelydoesnow.Howisyourhead?"

           "GoodChrist!"Isaid.

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