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"All right, let's drag him through the grass... 17th January 2010, 08:01
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"All right, let's drag him through the grass until we get to the ledge and then we can carry him He grasped Wilson by the shirt, and began tugging him along the ground, Red and Gallagher helpingThey reached the ledge in less than a minute, and passed Wilson over itOn the other side of the shelf they set him down, and Croft began to fashion an emergency stretcherHe removed his shirt, buttoned it, and slipped his rifle through one sleeve, and Wilson's rifle through the otherThe barrels protruded at the waist, and the stocks projected through the cuffs of the sleevesWith his belt he bound Wilson's wrists together, and wrapped him in a blanket from his discarded pack
When the stretcher was completed it louis vuitton hangbags was about three feet long, the length of the shirtThey put it under Wilson's back, slid his bound arms over Ridges's neck, and Ridges then grasped the rifle stocks at the rearRed and Goldstein each supported one of the muzzles at Wilson's thigh, and Gallagher stood at the front, holding Wilson's ankles
"Let's get out of here," Gallagher muttered"The -bleep- place is spooky
They listened uneasily to the silence, staring at the rock precipices
They looked at Wilson, watched the slow pulse of his bleedingHis face had become blanched, almost whiteThey could not believe it was WilsonIt was just an unconscious wounded man
Red had a vague sadness for a momentHe liked Wilson, and Wilson had been full of hell, tiffany and co bracelets but he couldn't feel very muchHe was too tired, and he wanted to get out of this place"We oughta put a goddam compress on him
They set Wilson down againRed opened his first-aid packet, and took out the flat cardboard box that held the bandageHe peeled it open with stiff fingers, set the aseptic surface against Wilson's wound, and bound it about him lightly"Should I give him wound tablets?"
"Not with a belly wound," Croft said
"Think he's gonna last?" Ridges asked hoarsely
"You can't kill ol' Wilson," Red mutteredGallagher looked away"Come on, let's get going
They started out, progressing slowly and carefully over the hills back to the hollow where they had left the rest of the platoonIt was louis vuitton online hard labor, and they took frequent rests, alternating the guard for the litter-bearers
Wilson gained consciousness slowly, muttering incoherently for minutes at a timeHe seemed awake for almost a minute, but he recognized none of them
"Doko koko cola," he muttered several times, giggling feebly
They stopped, wiped the blood from his mouth, and then set out againIt took them more than an hour to reach the platoon, and they were very tired when they got thereThey laid Wilson down, slipped him off the stretcher, and flopped on the ground to restThe other men gathered about them nervously, asking questions, mildly jubilant that Wilson had been found, but they were too weary to talk much"Goddam it, you men, chanel tote stop standing around with your finger in your ass They looked at him in bewilderment
"Minetta and Polack and Wyman andRoth, git over there in that grove, and cut two poles about six feet long, and about two inches in diameter, and bring back a couple of struts about eighteen inches wide?"
"What for?" Minetta asked
"What the hell do you think it's for? For a stretcherNow git goin', you men
Muttering, they picked up a couple of machetes, and filed out of the hollow to the groveIn a minute or so, the platoon could hear them hacking away at the treesCroft spat disgustedly"Them men are enough to frost your nuts There was a restless titterWilson, unconscious now, lay in the center of the hollow, very white ceramic chanel watch st

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