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| If they want to treat me that way, okayThe thought gave him some reliefOkay, then, he said at last
He stared at the jungle which slid thickly past on either side of the truck
Red saw Minetta at midday chow when the platoon came in from working on the roadAfter he filed through the chow line, he sat down beside Minetta, and laid his mess gear on the groundWith a grunt he eased his back against a tree"Just got back, huh?" he nodded to Minetta
"Yeah, this morning
"They kept you pretty long for just a scratch," Red said Minetta was silent for a moment and then added, "Well, you know how it is, gucci wallet hard to get in, hard to get out He swallowed a mouthful of Vienna sausage"I had a pretty soft time there
Red piddled the dehydrated mashed potatoes and canned string beans with his spoonIt was the only eating utensil he owned; months ago he had thrown away his knife and fork"They treated you pretty good, huh?" He was annoyed with his own curiosity
"Damn good," Minetta saidHe swallowed some coffee"Well, I had a run-in with a doctor there, the sonofabitchI lost my temper and told him where to get off, so I'm on company duty now, but outside of that it was okayThey continued eating in silence
Red fendi spy bag replica was uncomfortableFor weeks his kidneys had been growing more painful, and that morning on the road he had strained himself badly in lifting a pickA severe pain had seized him at the top of his swing, and he had ground his teeth, his fingers tremblingAfter a minute or so he had been forced to quit, and his back had throbbed for the rest of the morning with a dull constant acheWhen the trucks had come, he had hoisted himself with great difficulty over the tail gate"You're gettin' old, Red," Wyman had piped The jarring of the truck over the bumps had aggravated his pain, and he had been silentThe tiffany cross necklace artillery was firing constantly and the men talked about an attack supposed to start soonThey're gonna be sendin' us out again, Red had thought, I better get fixed upFor a moment he had allowed himself to think, Maybe the hospital, and then he had repressed the thought with disgustI never run out on anything, and I won't nowBut he had kept looking uneasily over his shoulderI ain't over that week yet, he had told himself
"They treat you pretty fair, huh?" Red asked Minetta again
Minetta set down his coffee, looked at Red warily
Red lit a cigarette, and then hoisted himself awkwardly to his feetAs he fake fendi handbags washed his mess gear in the hot water cans he debated whether to go on sick callIt seemed shameful to him somehow
He compromised at last by stopping off at Wilson's tent"Look, boy, I think I'm gonna go on sick callYou wanta come along?"
"Ah don' knowNever did know a doctor did a man any good
"I thought you were sickAh'll tell ya, Red, mah insides are shot plumb to hellAh cain't even take a leak any more without it burnin'
"You need some monkey glands"Yeah, somepin the matter with me
"What the hell, we might as well go," Red suggested
"Aw, listen, Red, if they cain't see it, you ain't got tiffany's necklace |
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