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@@@@@If I'd been lucky I woulda got a real bad wound, and I'd be on a plane to the States nowMinetta brooded over thisOnce he had boasted to Polack that if he ever got into a hospital, he'd never come back to the platoon"Just let me get in, and I'll work it," he had said There had to be a wayMinetta discarded one wild idea after anotherHe thought of jamming a bayonet into his wound, or of falling off a truck when he went back to headquarters companyHe twisted on his cot, and felt pity for himselfHe heard a soldier groaning slightly on one of the cots, and this irritated himHe 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 again