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They pull and Williaed several feet away to cries of relief from his co Frangie leaps to kneel beside him She tries not to think about the fact that within five seconds the tank slips with a ap beneath its thirty-three tons of steel

Thank you, Lord

She uses scissors to cut Williams’s shirt from tail to collar and examines his broad back The rib is a rueso about internal bleeding and possibly fatal daans And she counts at least three other broken ribs, though not extruding

“Turn hiently,” she instructs the attentive soldiers around her

This tiony is cut off abruptly as he faints Morphine only does so much

She pulls away the cut uniform and sees that a piece of root or perhaps a branch has been shoved into his belly The wood is still in place, a bung in a barrel, li

“We have to get hiie snaps

“Shouldn’t you pull out that stick?” the sergeant asks, much more deferential than he had been earlier

“No It , in which case we’d need whole blood and plas theater”

“Right,” the sergeant admits

“And a surgeon,” Frangie adds “Move hi it”

In less than five minutes Williams is on a stretcher tied to the hood of a jeep

“That was good work, Doc,” the sergeant says “You okay?”

“I’ to throw up”

The sergeant grins “You go right ahead, honey, you deserve a good puke Hell, you deserve a da those out to colored soldiers much”