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Wilson rubbed his tongue against the dry edge of his teeth"Oh, men, Ah'm thirsty," he chantedHe twisted on the litter, holding up his head toward the leaden glaring sky, his throat poised on the edge of a delicious blissAny moment they would give him some water and the torture of his tongue and palate would be assuaged"Men, gimme a drink," Wilson muttered"Le's have some water
They hardly heard himHe had been babbling for water all day, and they had been paying no attentionHe dropped his head back, rolled his thickened tongue in the arid cavity of his mouth"Le's have some water," he bleatedOnce more he waited patiently, fought against the vertigo that seemed to revolve him in circles on the litter"Goddammit, men, y' gonna gimme some water
"Take it easy, Wilson," Brown muttered
Stanley halted, his legs quivering, and they set him down"Give him some water for God's sakes," Stanley shouted
"You can't give him water with a stomach wound," Goldstein protested
"What do you know about it?"
"You can't give him water," Goldstein said'"
"Water's out," Brown panted
"Aaah, you guys gimme a pain in the ass," Stanley bawled
"A little water ain't gonna hurt Wilson," Ridges mutteredHe felt a touch of surprise and scorn"Man dies if en he don't get water To himself he thought, What are they fussin' so much about?
"Brown, I always thought you were chickenshitNot even giving a wounded man some water Stanley reeled in the sunlight
