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Me
,
with
the
eyes
shut
,
"
A
trench
mortar
shell
.
"
The
captain
,
doing
things
that
hurt
sharply
and
severing
tissue
—
"
Are
you
sure
?
"
Me
—
trying
to
lie
still
and
feeling
my
stomach
flutter
when
the
flesh
was
cut
,
"
I
think
so
.
"
Captain
doctor
—
(
interested
in
something
he
was
finding
)
,
"
Fragments
of
enemy
trench
-
mortar
shell
.
Now
I
’
ll
probe
for
some
of
this
if
you
like
but
it
’
s
not
necessary
.
I
’
ll
paint
all
this
and
—
Does
that
sting
?
Good
,
that
’
s
nothing
to
how
it
will
feel
later
.
The
pain
hasn
’
t
started
yet
.
Bring
him
a
glass
of
brandy
.
The
shock
dulls
the
pain
;
but
this
is
all
right
,
you
have
nothing
to
worry
about
if
it
doesn
’
t
infect
and
it
rarely
does
now
.
How
is
your
head
?
"
"
Good
Christ
!
"
I
said
.
"
Better
not
drink
too
much
brandy
then
.
If
you
’
ve
got
a
fracture
you
don
’
t
want
inflammation
.
How
does
that
feel
?
"
Sweat
ran
all
over
me
.
"
Good
Christ
!
"
I
said
.
"
I
guess
you
’
ve
got
a
fracture
all
right
.
I
’
ll
wrap
you
up
and
don
’
t
bounce
your
head
around
.
"
He
bandaged
,
his
hands
moving
very
fast
and
the
bandage
coming
taut
and
sure
.
"
All
right
,
good
luck
and
Vive
la
France
.
"
"
He
’
s
an
American
,
"
one
of
the
other
captains
said
.
