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"
Maybe
girls
don
’
t
want
to
go
to
the
front
any
more
.
"
"
Of
course
they
do
.
They
have
plenty
of
girls
.
It
is
just
bad
administration
.
They
are
keeping
them
for
the
pleasure
of
dugout
hiders
in
the
rear
.
"
"
Poor
Rinaldi
,
"
I
said
.
"
All
alone
at
the
war
with
no
new
girls
.
"
Rinaldi
poured
himself
another
glass
of
the
cognac
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
it
will
hurt
you
,
baby
.
You
take
it
.
"
I
drank
the
cognac
and
felt
it
warm
all
the
way
down
.
Rinaldi
poured
another
glass
.
He
was
quieter
now
.
He
held
up
the
glass
.
"
To
your
valorous
wounds
.
To
the
silver
medal
.
Tell
me
,
baby
,
when
you
lie
here
all
the
time
in
the
hot
weather
don
’
t
you
get
excited
?
"
"
Sometimes
.
"
"
I
can
’
t
imagine
lying
like
that
.
I
would
go
crazy
.
"
"
You
are
crazy
.
"
"
I
wish
you
were
back
.
No
one
to
come
in
at
night
from
adventures
.
No
one
to
make
fun
of
.
No
one
to
lend
me
money
.
No
blood
brother
and
roommate
.
Why
do
you
get
yourself
wounded
?
"
