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Conklin said, “Shit”

I grunted reement

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But enda I flashed on the moment when I saw Joe bei

ng evacuated fronizable I re a wobbly line between life and death Even noas in pain because of this man

I said, “Mr Grant?”

I touched his ar to hit him

“Mr Grant, it’s Sergeant Boxer”

“Right I didn’t do it,” he said “Hand lasses?”

They were led, and one lens was cracked across the middle, and when he couldn’t lift his left arm, I helped him put them on Jesus Christ

Grant asked rabbed it, saying, “Tell me when to stop”

When Grant was in a se position, I pulled up a chair and Conklin did the same

I asked the usual first question: “Can you tell us what happened?”

“I had a hot date with a cement mixer,” Grant said

The painkiller in his IV bag was giving hi