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Chapter 9

           "Betternotdrinktoomuchbrandythen.Ifyou’vegotafractureyoudon’twantinflammation.Howdoesthatfeel?"

           Sweatranalloverme.

           "GoodChrist!"Isaid.

           "Iguessyou’vegotafractureallright.I’llwrapyouupanddon’tbounceyourheadaround."Hebandaged,hishandsmovingveryfastandthebandagecomingtautandsure."Allright,goodluckandVivelaFrance."

           "He’sanAmerican,"oneoftheothercaptainssaid.

           "IthoughtyousaidhewasaFrenchman.HetalksFrench,"thecaptainsaid."I’veknownhimbefore.IalwaysthoughthewasFrench."Hedrankahalftumblerofcognac."Bringonsomethingserious.GetsomemoreofthatAntitetanus."Thecaptainwavedtome.Theyliftedmeandtheblanket-flapwentacrossmyfaceaswewentout.Outsidethesergeant-adjutantkneltdownbesidemewhereIlay,"Name?"heaskedsoftly."Middlename?Firstname?Rank?Whereborn?Whatclass?Whatcorps?"andsoon."I’msorryforyourhead,Tenente.Ihopeyoufeelbetter.I’msendingyounowwiththeEnglishambulance."

           "I’mallright,"Isaid."Thankyouverymuch."Thepainthatthemajorhadspokenabouthadstartedandallthatwashappeningwaswithoutinterestorrelation.AfterawhiletheEnglishambulancecameupandtheyputmeontoastretcherandliftedthestretcheruptotheambulancelevelandshoveditin.TherewasanotherstretcherbythesidewithamanonitwhosenoseIcouldsee,waxy-looking,outofthebandages.Hebreathedveryheavily.Therewerestretchersliftedandslidintotheslingsabove.ThetallEnglishdrivercamearoundandlookedin,"I’lltakeitveryeasily,"hesaid.

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