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Wilson was moaning againThey stopped talking, and turned about in their blankets, propped on their elbows to listenBrown, with a sigh, had sat up, and was trying to soothe him"What's the matter, boy, what's the matter?" he asked softly, as if trying to comfort a puppy
"Ohh, mah belly is killin' me
Brown wiped away his perspiration"Who's this talking to you, Wilson?"
"That's you, Brown, ain't it?"
"YeahWilson must be betterIt was the first time he had recognized him"How're you feelin', Wilson?"
"Ah'm okay, but Ah cain't see a -bleep- thing
Wilson began to giggle weakly"Ah thought that hole in mah belly made me blind He worked his mouth dryly, and in the darkness it sounded like the tense choking murmurs of a woman in grief He seemed to roll on the stretcher"Where the hell am I?"
"We're takin' you back to the beach, Stanley and Goldstein and Ridges and me
Wilson digested this slowly"Ah'm out of the patrol, huh?"
"Yeah, all of us, boy"Ah bet Croft was balenciaga bag mad as a goosed beeSonofabitch, they're gonna op-per-rate on me now, an' cut out all that pus, ain't they, Brown?"
"Yeah, they'll fix you up
"By the time Ah git done, Ah'll have two belly-buttons, one right on top of t'otherGoddam that's gonna make me a hell of an attraction to the women He tried to laugh, and began to cough softly"On'y thing beat that would be two peters"Ah can taste blood in mah mouthIs that good?"
"Can't hurt ya," Brown lied"Just comes out both ends
"Ain't that a sonofabitch though, man who's been around's long as me in the platoon gettin' hit in a lousy -bleep--storm like that He lay back reflecting"Ah wish to hell that hole in mah belly would stop actin' up
"It'll be all right
"Listen, they was Japs after me in that field, jus' a couple of yards away from meThey was talkin', jus' jabberin' away, doky cola kinda it sounded likeBut they was right after me
He's off again, Brown thought"You feeling cold, boy?"
At the suggestion, Wilson gucci uk shudderedSlowly, as he had been talking, his body had been losing its fever, becoming increasingly chill and dampNow he shivered with cold
"You want another blanket?" Brown asked
"Yeah, can you gimme that?"
Brown stepped away from him, moved over to where the others were talking"Anybody got two blankets?" he asked
None of them answered immediately"I have just one," Goldstein said, "but I can sleep in my poncho Ridges was slumbering"I'll sleep in my poncho too," Stanley offered
"The two of you bunk together with a blanket and a poncho, and I'll take one from each of you Brown returned to Wilson, covered him with his own blanket, and the blanket and poncho the others had donated"You feel better, boy?"
Wilson's shuddering was becoming less frequent"Feels good," he murmured
Neither of them said anything for a moment or two, and then Wilson began talking once more"Ah want you to know Ah 'preciate what you men are doin' A spasm, of gratefulness welled in him, cheap fake louis vuitton bags and tears formed in his eyes"You're pretty goddam good men, an' they ain't a -bleep- thing good enough for yaThe on'y thing worth a -bleep- is when a man's got good buddies, an' you men are really stickin' to meAh swear, Brown, we maybe got a little pissed off at each other from time to time, but they ain't a thing Ah won' do for ya when Ah git fixed upAh always knew you was a buddy
"No, a man wants, wants In his eagerness he began to stutter"Ah 'preciate it, an' Ah jus' want you to know that Ah'm always gonna be your buddyYou're gonna be able to know that they's one man, Wilson, who'll never have a bad thing to say about ya
"Better take it easy, boy," Brown saidWilson's voice was rising
"Ah'm gone to sleep, but don' think Ah don' 'preciate it He was beginning to ramble again
After a few minutes he became silent
Brown stared into the darknessOnce more he swore to himselfMore than anything else it was a plea to whatever powers had formed him
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NO APPLE PIE TODAY
About medium size, a trifle fat, with a young boyish face, a snub nose, freckles, and reddish-brown hairBut wrinkles had formed about his eyes and there were jungle ulcers on his chinAt second glance he was easily twenty-eight years old
The neighbors always like Willie Brown, he is such an honest boy, he has such an average pleasant face, you can see it in all the stores, in the framed pictures on the desks of all the banks and offices in the country
Nice-looking boy you have there, they always say to his father, James Brown
Fine boy, but you ought to see my daughter, she's the bee-yootey
Willie Brown is very popularThe mothers of his friends always take to him, the teachers always make him a pet
But he has a knack for squaring itAw, that old crow, he says of the teacher, I wouldn't spit on her(Proceeding to spit on the dusty baked sod of the schoolyard I don' know why in tee hell she don' lea' me alone
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