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@@@@@ His voice, almost always quiet and polite, had an angry strident note which amazed Gallagher and silenced him "Let's pass the canteen around," Wilson suggestedHe tilted it upward, and drank the last inch"Guess we got to open another one," he sighed "We all paid up for this," Croft said"Let's see we drink the same amount They sat about in a circle, passing the canteen from time to time, and talking in slow indifferent voices which began to blur before the second canteen was finishedThe sun was dropping toward the west, and for the first time that afternoon shadows were beginning to drift from the trees and the black-green ponchos of their pup tentsGoldstein and Ridges and Wyman were sitting about thirty yards away talking in soft voicesOccasionally, a noise of some minor activity -- a truck grinding up the lane that led to the bivouac or the shouts of some soldiers on a labor detail -- would filter through the coconut groveEvery fifteen minutes a battery about a mile away would fire, and a part of their minds would wait for the sound of the explosion when the shells landedThere was nothing to look at but barbed wire in front of them and the thick brush of the jungle beyond the grove "Well, back to headquarters company tomorrowlet's drink to that," Wilson said "I hope we just dig that fuggin road for the rest of the campaign," Gallagher said Croft fingered his belt dreamilyThe awareness and excitement he had felt after he killed the prisoner had faded on the march to an empty sullen indifference to everything about himAs he drank, the sullenness remained but there were changes taking place in himHis mind had become dulled and blurred, and he would sit motionless for minutes at a time without speaking, intent upon the curious whirling and tumbling that was going on inside his bodyHis mind kept yawing drunkenly like the underwater shadows that ripple about a pilingHe would think, Janey was a drunken whore, and a dull clod of pain would settle in his chestCrack that whip, he muttered to himself, and his mind eddied over the lazy sensual memories of striding a horse and looking down a hill into a sunlit valley beneathThe alcohol spread through his legs, and he recalled for an instant the entire complex of pleasant sensations he felt when the sun had heated his saddle, and the smell of the hot leather and the wet horse spread about himThe heat re-created the glare of the sunlight in the green draw where the Japanese bodies were lying, and as he thought of the look of surprise that almost came to the prisoner's face the instant before he died, a trickle of laughter began to flow in Croft, and dribbled between his thin tight lips like the frail saliva that bubbles from a sick man's mouth"Goddam," he muttere