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"
Jims
!
Look
!
A
dinkum
Drogheda
budgie
!
"
said
Patsy
,
shocked
into
speaking
.
Perhaps
budgerigars
were
natives
of
the
Lae
country
,
too
,
but
the
mood
of
the
day
and
this
quite
unexpected
reminder
of
home
suddenly
triggered
a
wild
elation
in
Patsy
.
Laughing
,
feeling
the
grass
tickling
his
bare
legs
,
he
took
off
after
it
,
snatching
his
battered
slouch
hat
from
his
head
and
holding
it
out
as
if
he
truly
believed
he
could
snare
the
vanishing
bird
.
Smiling
,
Jims
stood
watching
him
.
He
was
perhaps
twenty
yards
away
when
the
machine
gun
ripped
the
grass
to
flying
shreds
around
him
;
Jims
saw
his
arms
go
up
,
his
body
spin
round
so
that
the
arms
seemed
stretched
out
in
supplication
.
From
waist
to
knees
he
was
brilliant
blood
,
life
's
blood
.
"
Patsy
,
Patsy
!
"
Jims
screamed
;
in
every
cell
of
his
own
body
he
felt
the
bullets
,
felt
himself
ebbing
,
dying
.
His
legs
opened
in
a
huge
stride
,
he
gained
momentum
to
run
,
then
his
military
caution
asserted
itself
and
he
dived
headlong
into
the
grass
just
as
the
machine
gun
opened
up
again
.
"
Patsy
,
Patsy
,
are
you
all
right
?
"
he
cried
stupidly
,
having
seen
that
blood
.
Yet
incredibly
,
"
Yair
,
"
came
a
faint
answer
.
Inch
by
inch
Jims
dragged
himself
forward
through
the
fragrant
grass
,
listening
to
the
wind
,
the
rustlings
of
his
own
progress
.
When
he
reached
his
brother
he
put
his
head
against
the
naked
shoulder
,
and
wept
.
"
Break
it
down
,
"
said
Patsy
.
"
I
'm
not
dead
yet
.
"
