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"
I
thought
you
said
he
was
a
Frenchman
.
He
talks
French
,
"
the
captain
said
.
"
I
’
ve
known
him
before
.
I
always
thought
he
was
French
.
"
He
drank
a
half
tumbler
of
cognac
.
"
Bring
on
something
serious
.
Get
some
more
of
that
Antitetanus
.
"
The
captain
waved
to
me
.
They
lifted
me
and
the
blanket
-
flap
went
across
my
face
as
we
went
out
.
Outside
the
sergeant
-
adjutant
knelt
down
beside
me
where
I
lay
,
"
Name
?
"
he
asked
softly
.
"
Middle
name
?
First
name
?
Rank
?
Where
born
?
What
class
?
What
corps
?
"
and
so
on
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
for
your
head
,
Tenente
.
I
hope
you
feel
better
.
I
’
m
sending
you
now
with
the
English
ambulance
.
"
"
I
’
m
all
right
,
"
I
said
.
"
Thank
you
very
much
.
"
The
pain
that
the
major
had
spoken
about
had
started
and
all
that
was
happening
was
without
interest
or
relation
.
After
a
while
the
English
ambulance
came
up
and
they
put
me
onto
a
stretcher
and
lifted
the
stretcher
up
to
the
ambulance
level
and
shoved
it
in
.
There
was
another
stretcher
by
the
side
with
a
man
on
it
whose
nose
I
could
see
,
waxy
-
looking
,
out
of
the
bandages
.
He
breathed
very
heavily
.
There
were
stretchers
lifted
and
slid
into
the
slings
above
.
The
tall
English
driver
came
around
and
looked
in
,
"
I
’
ll
take
it
very
easily
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
hope
you
’
ll
be
comfy
.
"
I
felt
the
engine
start
,
felt
him
climb
up
into
the
front
seat
,
felt
the
brake
come
off
and
the
clutch
go
in
,
then
we
started
.
I
lay
still
and
let
the
pain
ride
.
As
the
ambulance
climbed
along
the
road
,
it
was
slow
in
the
traffic
,
sometimes
it
stopped
,
sometimes
it
backed
on
a
turn
,
then
finally
it
climbed
quite
fast
.
I
felt
something
dripping
.
At
first
it
dropped
slowly
and
regularly
,
then
it
pattered
into
a
stream
.
I
shouted
to
the
driver
.
He
stopped
the
car
and
looked
in
through
the
hole
behind
his
seat
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
"
The
man
on
the
stretcher
over
me
has
a
hemorrhage
.
"
"
We
’
re
not
far
from
the
top
.
I
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
get
the
stretcher
out
alone
.
"
He
started
the
car
.
The
stream
kept
on
.
In
the
dark
I
could
not
see
where
it
came
from
the
canvas
overhead
.
I
tried
to
move
sideways
so
that
it
did
not
fall
on
me
.
Where
it
had
run
down
under
my
shirt
it
was
warm
and
sticky
.
I
was
cold
and
my
leg
hurt
so
that
it
made
me
sick
.
After
a
while
the
stream
from
the
stretcher
above
lessened
and
started
to
drip
again
and
I
heard
and
felt
the
canvas
above
move
as
the
man
on
the
stretcher
settled
more
comfortably
.
"
How
is
he
?
"
the
Englishman
called
back
.
"
We
’
re
almost
up
.
"
"
He
’
s
dead
I
think
,
"
I
said
.
The
drops
fell
very
slowly
,
as
they
fall
from
an
icicle
after
the
sun
has
gone
.
It
was
cold
in
the
car
in
the
night
as
the
road
climbed
.
At
the
post
on
the
top
they
took
the
stretcher
out
and
put
another
in
and
we
went
on
.
