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- "Hey, she's cute,"
- AHHHHH!
- The rain cold and steady, the water rising to their knees, but how Kiowa just laughed it off and said they should concentrate on better things. And so for a long while they'd talked about their families and hometowns.
- He remembered switching on his flashlight, a stupid thing to do but he did it anyway, and he remembered Kiowa leaning in for a look at the picture - "Hey, she's cute,' he said.
- He remembered the two mortar rounds hitting close by. Then a third, even closer, then off to his left he'd heard somebody scream. The voice was ragged and clotted up, but he knew instantly that it was Kiowa.
- He remembered trying to crawl toward the screaming. No sense of direction, though, and the field seemed to suck him under, and everything was black and wet.
- There was an arm and a wrist watch and part of a boot. There were bubbles where Kiowa's head should've been. He remembered grabbing the boot.
- There were flares and mortar rounds, and the stink was everywhere --it was inside him, in his lungs-- and he could no longer tolerate it. Not here, he thought. Not like this. he released Kiowa's boot and watched it slide away.
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