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@@@@@He told himself, That guy's gonna flip his lid if he don't shut up The idea went through his mind without his phrasing it, and he sat up in excitement, panicky with the fear he might forget itOh, that's it, that's it, he said to himselfHe became frightened as he thought of how hard it would beHave I got the guts? he asked himselfHe lay motionless, trying to remember what he had heard about soldiers who had got out for that reason, Jesus, a Section Eight, he said to himselfHe recalled a soldier in his training platoon, a thin nervous man who had begun to weep on the rifle range when he fired his gunThe soldier had been taken to the hospital, and he heard weeks later that he had been dischargedOh, man, Minetta said to himselfHe felt happy for a moment as if he were actually out of the serviceI'm as smart as any of these guys, I can work itNervous shock, that's the story, nervous shockI got wounded, didn't I? You'd think the Army would discharge a guy after he got wounded, but all they do is patch him up and send him backCannon fodder, that's all they care about usMinetta felt righteous His mood ebbed, and he became frightened againI wish I could talk to Polack, he'd know how to work itMinetta looked at his handsI'm as good a man as PolackI can be out while he's still talking about itThey'll only keep me here a couple of days, and then they'll send me to another hospital where they keep the looniesIf I get there, I'll be able to copy themAbruptly, he was depressed againThat doc is watching me, I'm gonna have a tough time of itMinetta hobbled over to a table in the center of the tent, and picked up a maga