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"Shi-i-i-it," he drawledHe had forgotten his scheme already
Red was thinking once more of the bodies in the drawHe felt a curious fascination as he remembered how they had lookedA wash of fear penetrated through the whirling in his mind, and he looked over his shoulder again"Why don't we go looking for souvenirs?" he shouted furiously
"Where?"
"There ought to be some dead Japs around here," Red saidHe resisted the impulse to look behind him"They is, they is," he said suddenly"Down 'bout two-three hunnerd yards from that mess sergeant's still, they was a battleAh vintage gucci watch 'member we passed right by it, jus' right by it"Night we go up to the river, and the Japs comeThat night Japs come down almost to here
"Tha's right," Wilson said"Ah heard they had tanks down 'bout here
"Well, let's go lookin' then," Red muttered"We rate a couple of souvenirs"If they's one goddam thing Ah gotta do when Ah get likkered up it's to start roamin' round He stretched his arms"Well, men, let's git goin'
The others looked at him dumblyThey had settled into a stupor and their conversation had been random and purposelessThey had talked without thinking of what they handbag chanel said, and now they were bewildered by Wilson's energy"Come on, men," he repeated
They obeyed him because they were passive and would have obeyed anybody who told them to do somethingWilson picked up his rifle, and the others, seeing him do this, slung theirs also
"Where the hell do we go?" Gallagher asked
"Jus' follow me, men," Wilson saidHe let out a drunken whoop
They tailed along behind him in a rough straggling fileWilson led them through the bivouac areaHis good spirits revived again"Show me the way to go home," he sang
Some soldiers stared at them, and Wilson gucci g watch halted"Men," he said, "they's gonna be some goddam officers lookin' at us, so goddammit let's look like soldiers
"Eyes right," Red bawledHe felt suddenly gleeful
They began to move with exaggerated caution, and when Gallagher stumbled once the others turned on him"Goddammit, Gallagher," Wilson reproved softlyHe was walking jauntily, his legs just the least bit unsteady, and he began to whistleThey reached a gap in the barbed wire, and trudged through a chest-high field of kunai grassGallagher kept falling and cursing, and Wilson would turn around each time and hold his finger to omega seamaster de ville his lips
After a hundred yards the jungle encircled them again, and they weaved through the grass parallel to it until they found a trailFar in the distance an artillery battery was firing, and Martinez shiveredHe was sweating freely from the walk and he felt very depressed"Where goddam battlefield?" he asked
"Jus' at the end of the trail," Wilson saidHe remembered the fourth canteen of whisky, which he had hidden, and he began to giggle again"Jus' a little while," he told themThey stumbled along the trail for a hundred and fifty yards before it debouched into a narrow rolex submariner watches for sale roa
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His thigh felt warm and sticky under the bandages, and Minetta turned to the man in the next cot"My leg's bleeding," he said"Those wounds are funny things
When the doctor examined him, Minetta was silent"I see your wound's opened
The doctor looked at the bandage"You haven't been touching it, have you?" he asked
"I don't think so, docJust started bleeding He's on to me, Minetta decided"Naw, it's okay, I'll be able to get back to my platoon today, won't I?" he pleaded
"You better wait another day, sonIt shouldn't have opened that way The doctor began omega replica dressing it again"Let the bandage alone, this time," he said
"Yeah, why, sure, sir He watched the doctor move onMinetta was depressedIt's the last time I can pull that gag, he told himself
He was restless all day, trying to think of some way he could remain in the hospitalHe became dejected every time he realized that he would have to go back to the platoonHe thought of the endless days ahead with the work and the combat and the unending repetitionI ain't even got a buddy in the platoonYou can't trust PolackHe thought of Brown and Stanley, whom he hated, gucci bag silver Croft, of whom he was afraidThey got a goddam clique, he told himselfHe thought of the war, which would stretch on foreverAfter this island there's gonna be another one and then another oneAaah, there's no future in the whole goddam thingHe slept a little and awoke even more miserableI can't take this, he said to himselfIf I'd been lucky I woulda got a real bad wound, and I'd be on a plane to the States nowMinetta brooded over thisOnce he had boasted to Polack that if he ever got into a hospital, he'd never come back to the platoon"Just let me get in, and I'll chanel purse white work it," he had said
There had to be a wayMinetta discarded one wild idea after anotherHe thought of jamming a bayonet into his wound, or of falling off a truck when he went back to headquarters companyHe twisted on his cot, and felt pity for himselfHe heard a soldier groaning slightly on one of the cots, and this irritated himHe told himself, That guy's gonna flip his lid if he don't shut up
The idea went through his mind without his phrasing it, and he sat up in excitement, panicky with the fear he might forget itOh, that's it, that's it, he said to cheap replica rolex himselfHe became frightened as he thought of how hard it would beHave I got the guts? he asked himselfHe lay motionless, trying to remember what he had heard about soldiers who had got out for that reason, Jesus, a Section Eight, he said to himselfHe recalled a soldier in his training platoon, a thin nervous man who had begun to weep on the rifle range when he fired his gunThe soldier had been taken to the hospital, and he heard weeks later that he had been dischargedOh, man, Minetta said to himselfHe felt happy for a moment as if he were actually out of the rolex submariner watches for sale ser
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They hardly realized their dangerThey stepped down into the rapids, took three or four steps, and were upset in the swirling of the waterThe litter ripped out of their enfeebled fingers, dragged them in their harness after itThey wallowed and tumbled through the rough water, glancing off rocks, choking and swallowingThey made feeble efforts to free themselves, tried desperately to stand up, but the current was too violentHalf drowned, they let the water carry them
The litter split against a rock, and they heard the canvas ripping, but the sound was only an isolated sensation in the panic they felt at swallowing waterThey thrashed once more and the litter broke completely in two, the harness ripping free from their shouldersGasping, virtually insensible, they washed out of the worst part of the rapids, and stumbled toward the bank
A fact which obtruded slowly through their bewildermentThey could not quite grasp itOne moment they had been carrying Wilson, and now he had disappearedTheir hands were empty
"He's gone," Ridges mumbled
They staggered down the river after him, pitching and falling, and reeling on againAt a turn in the stream they could see for several hundred yards, and far in chanel purses the distance Wilson's body was just disappearing around a bend"C'mon, we gotta catch him," Ridges said weaklyHe took a step and fell forward on his face in the waterHe got up very slowly, and then began to walk again
They came to the other bend and stoppedThe stream spread out into a swamp beyond the turnThere was a thin ribbon of water in the middle and bog land on either sideWilson had washed into it, was lost somewhere in the foliage and swampIt would take days to find him if he did not sink
"Oh," Goldstein said, "he's lost
"Yeah," Ridges mumbledHe took a step forward and stumbled in the water once moreIt felt pleasant lapping against his face, and he had no desire to stand up"Come on," Goldstein said
Ridges began to weepHe struggled to a sitting position, and cried with his head on his folded arms, the water swirling around his hips and feetGoldstein stood over him tottering
"Mother-fuggin sonofabitch," Ridges mumbledIt was the first time he had cursed since childhood, and the words pulled out of his chest one by one, leaving behind a vacuum of anger and bitternessWilson would not have his burial, but somehow that was not important nowWhat counted was that he had carried this burden replica watches rolex through such distances of space and time, and it had washed away in the endAll his life he had labored without repayment; his grandfather and his father and he had struggled with bleak crops and unending povertyWhat had their work come to? "What profit hath man of all his labour wherein he laboureth under the sun?" The line came back to himIt was a part of the Bible he had always hatedRidges felt the beginning of a deep and unending bitternessThe one time they had got a decent crop it had been ruined by a wild rainstormWhat kind of God could there be who always tricked you in the end?
The practical joker
He wept out of bitterness and longing and despair; he wept from exhaustion and failure and the shattering naked conviction that nothing mattered
And Goldstein stood beside him, holding onto Ridges's shoulder to steady himself in the currentFrom time to time he would move his lips, scratch feebly at his face"Israel is the heart of all nations
But the heart could be killed and the body still liveAll the suffering of the Jews came to nothingNo sacrifices were paid, no lessons were learnedIt was all thrown away, all statistics in the cruel wastes of historyAll the ghettos, all the soul rolex air king automatic watch cripplings, all the massacres and pogroms, the gas chambers, lime kilns -- all of it touched no one, all of it was lostIt was carried and carried and carried, and when it finally grew too heavy it was droppedThat was all there was to itHe was beyond tears, he stood beside Ridges with the stricken sensation of a man who discovers that someone he loves has diedThere was nothing in him at the moment, nothing but a vague anger, a deep resentment, and the origins of a vast hopelessness
"Let's go," he mumbled
Ridges got up at last, and they wavered slowly through the water, feeling it recede to their ankles, become shallow once moreThe stream broadened, rippled over pebbles, became muddy and then sandyThey staggered around a bend and saw the sunlight and the ocean beyond
A few minutes later they staggered up on the beachDespite their exhaustion they walked on for a hundred yardsSomehow it was distasteful to stay too near to the river
As if in mutual accord, they sprawled out on the sand and lay there motionless, their faces on their arms, the sun warming their backsIt was the middle of the afternoonThere was nothing to do but wait here for the platoon to return and the landing craft to fetch vintage fendi bag themTheir rifles had been lost, their packs, their rations, but they did not think about thisThey were too depleted, and later they could find food in the jungle
They lay like this until evening, too weak to move, absorbing a faint pleasure from resting, feeling the sun upon themTheir resentment had turned toward each other and they felt the dull sour hatred of men who have shared a humiliating failure togetherThe hours passed and they drowsed, became conscious again, fell asleep once more, woke with the nausea that comes from slumbering in the sunlight
Goldstein sat up at last, and fumbled for his canteenVery slowly, as though learning the motions for the first time, he unscrewed the cap and tilted it to his mouthHe had not realized how thirsty he wasThe first taste of the water in his mouth was ecstaticHe made himself swallow slowly, setting the canteen down after each gulpWhen it was half empty he noticed Ridges watching himSomehow it was obvious that Ridges had no water left
Ridges could walk up to the stream, and fill his canteen but Goldstein knew what that meantThe thought of standing up, of walking even a hundred yards, was a torment he could not bear to faceAnd Ridges must feel the replica miu miu bags same
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"'These are
things that may be'"
Reba offered no opinion on this idea
"But what do I do? That wasn't like the paintings
That wasn't like the paintings at all!"
241
But it was, and I knew itBoth paintings and
visions originated in the human brain, and
something in my brain had changedI thought the
change had come about as a result of just the
right combination of injurieswhat?
"Amplifying it," I told Reba"Isn't it?"
She offered no opinion
"There's something here, and it's acting on meIs
it possible it even called me?"
The notion made me break out in gooseflesh
Beneath me, the shells ground together as the
waves lifted them and dropped themIt was all too
easy to imagine skulls instead of shells,
thousands of them, all gnashing their teeth at
once when the waves came in
Was it Jack who had said there was another house
somewhere out there in the toolies, falling apart?
I thought soWhen Ilse and I tried to drive that
way, the road had gone bad in a hurrySo had
Ilse's stomachMy own gut had been okay, but the
stink of the encroaching flora had been nasty and
the itch in my missing arm had been worseWireman
242
had looked alarmed when I told him about our
attempted louis vuitton wallets explorationDuma Key Road's no
excursion for a guy in your condition, he'd said
The question was, exactly what was my condition?
Reba went on offering no opinion
"I don't want this to be happening," I said softly
Reba only stared up at meI was a nasty man, that
was her opinion
"What good are you?" I asked, and threw her aside
She landed face-down on her pillow with her bottom
up and her pink cotton legs spread, looking quite
the little slutOuuuu you nasty man, indeed
I dropped my head, looked at the carpet between my
knees, and rubbed the nape of my neckThe muscles
there were tight and knotted
I hadn't had one of my bad headaches in awhile,
but if those muscles didn't loosen soon, I'd be
having a whopper tonightI needed to eat
something, that would be a startSomething
comfortingOne of those calorie-stuffed frozen
dinners sounded about right - the kind where you
slice the wrapping over the frozen meat and gravy,
blast it for seven minutes in the microwave, then
chow down like a motherfucker
243
But I sat still awhile longerI had many
questions, and most were probably beyond my
ability to answerI recognized that and accepted
itI had learned to accept a lot since the chanel clutch bags day
I'd had my confrontation with the craneBut I
thought I had to try for at least one answer
before I could bring myself to eat, hungry as I
wasThe phone on the bedtable had come with the
houseIt was charmingly old-fashioned, the
Princess model with a rotary dialIt sat on a
directory that was mostly Yellow PagesI turned
to the skinny white section, thinking I wouldn't
find Elizabeth Eastlake listed, but I didIt rang twice and then Wireman
answered
"Hello, Eastlake residence
There was hardly a trace in that perfectly
modulated voice of the man who had laughed hard
enough to break his chair, and all at once this
seemed like the world's worst idea, but I saw no
other option
"Wireman? This is Edgar Freemantle
6 - The Lady of the House
244
i
The following afternoon found me once more sitting
at the little table at the end of the El Palacio
de Asesinos boardwalkThe striped umbrella,
although ripped, was still serviceableA breeze
chilly enough to warrant sweatshirts was blowing
in off the waterLittle scars of light danced
across the table-top as I talkedAnd I talked,
all right - for almost an hour, refreshing myself
with sips of green tea from a glass Wireman fendi b belt black leather kept
filledAt last I stopped and for a little while
there was no sound but the mild whisper of the
incoming waves, breaking and running up the strand
Wireman must have heard enough wrong in my voice
the night before to concern him, because he'd
offered to come in the Palacio golf cart
immediatelyHe said he could stay in touch with
Miss Eastlake via walkie-talkieI told him it
could wait a littleIt was important, I said, but
not urgentNot in the 911 sense, at leastIf Tom were to commit suicide on his
cruise, there was little I could do to prevent it
245
But I didn't think he'd do it as long as his
mother and brother were with him
I had no intention of telling Wireman about my
furtive hunt through my daughter's purse; that was
something of which I'd grown more rather than less
ashamedBut once I started, beginning with LINKBELT,
I couldn't stopI told him almost
everything, finishing with Tom Riley standing at
the head of the stairs leading up to Little Pink,
pale and dead and minus an eyeI think part of
what kept me going was the simple realization that
Wireman couldn't commit me to the nearest lunatic
asylum - he had no legal authorityPart of it was
that, attracted as I was chanel flap bag by his kindness and
cynical good cheer, he was still a stranger
Sometimes - often, I think - telling stories that
are embarrassing or even downright crazy is easier
when you're telling them to a strangerMostly,
though, I pushed on out of pure relief: I felt
like a man expressing snake-venom from a bite
Wireman poured himself a fresh glass of tea with a
hand that was not quite steadyI found that
interesting and disquietingThen he glanced at
his watch, which he wore nurse-style, with the
246
face on the inside of his wrist"In half an hour
or so I really have to go up and check her," he
said"I'm sure she's fine, but-"
"What if she wasn't?" I asked"If she fell, or
something?"
He pulled a walkie-talkie from the pocket of his
chinosIt was as slim as a cell phone"I make
sure she always carries hersThere are also Rapid
Response call-buttons all over the house, but-" He
tapped a thumb on his chest"I'm the real alarm
system, okay? The only one I trust
He looked out at the water and sighed
"She's got Alzheimer'sIt's not too bad yet, but
DrHadlock says it'll probably move fast now that
it's settled in He shrugged
almost sullenly, then brightened"We have tea
every day at gucci bag silver four
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