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"
How
bad
is
it
?
"
Jims
asked
,
pulling
down
the
bloodsoaked
shorts
to
see
blood-soaked
flesh
,
shivering
.
"
Does
n't
feel
as
if
I
'm
going
to
die
,
anyway
.
"
Men
had
appeared
all
around
them
,
the
cricketers
still
wearing
their
leg
pads
and
gloves
;
someone
went
back
for
a
stretcher
while
the
rest
proceeded
to
silence
the
gun
at
the
far
side
of
the
clearing
.
The
deed
was
done
with
more
than
usual
ruthlessness
,
for
everyone
was
fond
of
Harpo
.
If
anything
happened
to
him
,
Jims
would
never
be
the
same
.
A
beautiful
day
;
the
budgerigar
had
long
gone
,
but
other
birds
trilled
and
twittered
fearlessly
,
silenced
only
during
the
actual
battle
.
"
Patsy
's
bloody
lucky
,
"
said
the
medic
to
Jims
some
time
later
.
"
There
must
be
a
dozen
bullets
in
him
,
but
most
of
them
hit
the
thighs
.
The
two
or
three
higher
up
seem
to
have
embedded
themselves
in
pelvic
bone
or
muscle
.
As
far
as
I
can
judge
,
his
gut
's
in
one
piece
,
so
is
his
bladder
.
The
only
thing
is
...
"
"
Well
,
what
?
"
Jims
prompted
impatiently
;
he
was
still
shaking
,
and
blue
around
the
mouth
.
"
Difficult
to
say
anything
for
certain
at
this
stage
,
of
course
,
and
I
'm
not
a
genius
surgeon
like
some
of
the
blokes
in
Moresby
.
They
'll
be
able
to
tell
you
a
lot
more
.
But
the
urethra
has
been
damaged
,
so
have
many
of
the
tiny
little
nerves
in
the
perineum
.
I
'm
pretty
sure
he
can
be
patched
up
as
good
as
new
,
except
maybe
for
the
nerves
.
Nerves
do
n't
patch
up
too
well
,
unfortunately
.
"
He
cleared
his
throat
.
"
What
I
'm
trying
to
say
is
that
he
might
never
have
much
sensation
in
the
genital
region
.
"
Jims
dropped
his
head
,
looked
at
the
ground
through
a
crystal
wall
of
tears
.
"
At
least
he
's
alive
,
"
he
said
.
He
was
granted
leave
to
fly
to
Port
Moresby
with
his
brother
,
and
to
stay
until
Patsy
was
pronounced
out
of
danger
.
The
injuries
were
little
short
of
miraculous
.
Bullets
had
scattered
all
around
the
lower
abdomen
without
penetrating
it
.
But
the
Ninth
medic
had
been
right
;
lower
pelvic
sensation
was
badly
impaired
.
How
much
he
might
regain
later
on
no
one
was
prepared
to
say
.
"
It
does
n't
much
matter
,
"
said
Patsy
from
the
stretcher
on
which
he
was
to
be
flown
to
Sydney
.
"
I
was
never
too
keen
on
marrying
,
anyway
.
Now
,
you
look
after
yourself
,
Jims
,
do
you
hear
?
I
hate
leaving
you
.
"
