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@@@@@ Croft giggled suddenlyIt was the first time the men had ever heard him make such a sound"Like Gallagher said, that dumb ol' sonofabitch floppin' around in the dirt like he was a chicken with its neck jus' been wrung Wilson cackled with him; he did not know why Croft was laughing, but it did not concern himEverything about him had become diffused and uncertain and pleasantHe felt only an encompassing warmth for the men with whom he drank; in the languorous swirls of his mind they existed with him as something superior and amiable"Ol' Wilson'll never let you all down," he chuckled Red snorted and rubbed the edge of his nose, which had become numbHe felt a savage irritation at a combination of things too numerous and subtle for him to determine"Wilson, you're a good buddy," he said, "but you're no goddam goodI'll tell ya somethin', the whole bunch of us are no damn good "Red drunk," Martinez said "You're fuggin ay," Red shoutedLiquor seldom made him happyIt recalled in his mind a monotonous suite of dingy barrooms and men drinking quietly, looking with resignation into the bottom of their shot glassesFor an instant he could see again the opaque rings of the glass baseHe closed his eyes and the rings seemed to flow into his brainHe felt himself sway drunkenly, and he opened his eyes, and sat upright fiercely"Fug ya, all of ya," he said They paid no attention to himWilson looked around and saw Goldstein sitting alone at the next tent, writing a letterAbruptly, it seemed shameful to Wilson for them to drink without including anyone else in the squadFor a few seconds he watched Goldstein scribbling busily with a pencil, moving his lips soundlessly as he wroteWilson decided that he liked Goldstein but he was vaguely irritated that Goldstein did not drink with themThat Goldstein's a good fella, he said to himself, but he's kind of a stick-in-the-m