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Here
I
am
,
half
dead
,
covered
in
shit
,
and
you
want
to
talk
about
tea
?
Who
walks
up
to
someone
,
kicks
them
to
the
ground
,
and
then
asks
about
tea
?
What
was
going
through
her
fucking
head
?
I
wanted
to
give
her
a
piece
of
my
mind
,
but
the
words
wouldn
’
t
come
.
I
could
think
of
the
words
I
wanted
to
say
,
but
my
mouth
had
forgotten
how
to
work
-
a
litany
of
profanities
stalled
at
the
gate
.
"
That
’
s
the
thing
with
books
.
Half
the
time
the
author
doesn
’
t
know
what
the
hell
he
’
s
writing
about
-
especially
not
those
war
novelists
.
Now
how
about
you
ease
your
finger
off
the
trigger
and
take
a
nice
,
deep
breath
.
"
Good
advice
.
It
took
a
minute
,
but
I
started
to
see
straight
again
.
The
sound
of
a
woman
’
s
voice
always
had
a
way
of
calming
me
down
.
The
pain
I
’
d
left
in
battle
returned
to
my
gut
.
My
Jacket
misread
the
cramps
in
my
muscles
,
sending
the
suit
into
a
mild
spasm
.
I
thought
of
the
dance
Yonabaru
’
s
suit
did
just
before
he
died
.
"
Hurt
much
?
"
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
My
reply
wasn
’
t
much
more
than
a
hoarse
whisper
.
The
red
Jacket
kneeled
down
in
front
of
me
,
examining
the
shredded
armor
plate
over
my
stomach
.
I
ventured
a
question
.
"
How
’
s
the
battle
going
?
"
"
The
301st
has
been
wiped
out
.
Our
main
line
fell
back
to
the
coast
to
regroup
.
"
"
What
about
your
squad
?
"
"
No
use
worrying
about
them
.
"
