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wlaywliq ([info]wlaywliq) wrote,
@ 2010-05-31 01:11:00

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Why was he making so much trouble? The knife...
Why was he making so much trouble? The knife would not go in far enough, and he tugged at it until it was loose, and then plunged it down againThe soldier writhed for a moment in his arms, and then collapsed
With him went all of Martinez's strengthHe looked stupidly at him, reached down for the knife, and tried to pull it free, but his fingers were tremblingHe felt blood dribbling over his palm, and he started, wiping his hand on his trousersHad anyone heard them? Martinez's ears were recalling the noise of their struggle as if it had been an explosion he had seen from some distance away whose report he was waiting for now
Was anyone moving? He could hear nothing, and realized that they had made very little sound
And then he felt the reactionThe dead sentry was loathsome to him, something to be avoided; he had the mixture of relief and revulsion a man feels after chasing a cockroach d & g fashion across a wall and finally squashing himIt affected him exactly that way and not much more intenselyHe shuddered because of the drying blood on his hands, but he would have shuddered as much from the roach's pulpAbruptly, the only important thing was to move on, and he darted down the stem trail, almost running
He came out into an open stretch of pass again, moved up it for a few hundred yards, and then skirted a few small grovesHe had lost the concentration he needed to scout properly and he blundered along, the fine surface of his observation goneThe floor of the pass was still ascending at a lower, less precipitous parallel to the slope of the mountainIt seemed never to end, and although he knew he had traveled only a few miles, it seemed much more
He reached another clearing with a wood along the left side of it, and he knelt in the shadow once more and looked at it dullySuddenly, he black fendi spy bag shiveredHe had realized the error he had made in killing the guardThe man who was supposed to go next on guard might sleep through the night, but there was an even better chance he would awaken; Martinez could never sleep soundly until his turn of guard was over for the nightOnce they discovered the man he had killed, they would all be awake for the rest of the nightHe could never get out
Martinez felt like weepingThe longer he remained here the more dangerous it would becomeAnd besides, if he had made a mistake like that, how many others were there he might have made? He was close to hysteria againHe had to go back and yetHe was sergeant, United States sergeant
Without this sense of loyalty he would have broken up months beforeMartinez wiped his face and started forwardThe weird idea of continuing until he had traversed the pass and the Japanese rear, scouted the defenses of Botoi Bay, came to chanel classic handbags himFor a moment his mind held a montage of glory; Martinez being decorated, Martinez standing before the General, Martinez's picture in the Mexican newspaper in San Antonio, but it slipped away, was rejected before the obvious impossibilities of itHe had no rations, no water, not even a knife any longer
At that moment in the grove to his left he saw a long bar of moonlight behind a bush which projected from the groveHe dropped to one knee, examined it, and then heard the delicate sound of a man flooping some spittle to the groundThere was another Japanese bivouacThe shadow along the cliff wall was very deep here, and if he was cautious they would never spy himBut this time his legs were too weak, his will too flaccidHe couldn't endure another few minutes like the ones next to the machine gunner
But he should go onMartinez rubbed his nose like a child before insuperable difficultiesAll the replica fendi spy bag fatigue of the past two days, the nervous strain of this night, were bothering him nowGoddam, how far he want me go? he thought resentfullyHe turned around, edged back into the grove from which he had come, and began to descend the passHe was conscious now of the time that had elapsed since he had stabbed the sentry, and it made him increasingly anxiousThere was a chance, if the guard was discovered, that they would send patrols out, but it was not likely at night, and besides he was lost if the guard had been discoveredHe made virtually no attempt at concealment in the stretches of the pass where he had found no Japanese beforeThe only important thing was to get back soon
He came to the rear of the grove with the T trail, and paused outside it, listeningHe could hear nothing for a few seconds, and, impatient, he entered and crept up along the stemThe dead man was lying undisturbed by the kelly hermes bags machine


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