He just wasn't like that, Wyman decidedHe wasn't...
He just wasn't like that, Wyman decidedHe wasn't the hero type, and he realized it with a suddenness and a completeness which would have crushed him months beforeNow it only made him wistfulHe would never understand men like Croft; he only wanted to keep out of the way of themBut still, what made them tick? he wonderedWhat were they always going for?
"I hate this damn mountain," he said to RothThe mountain was so open, so highEven when he lay on his back he could not see the top of itIt just reared above him, ridge beyond ridge, and higher up it seemed made entirely of rockHe had hated the jungle, had started with terror every time an insect crawled over him or a bird chattered suddenly in the brushHe had never been able to see anything, and it had been rife with so many foul odors which choked his nostrilsThere gucci indy bag had seemed no room to breathe, and yet now he wished he was back in the jungleIt was so secure in contrast to these naked ridges, these gaunt alien vaults of stone and skyThey would keep going up and up and there was no safety in itThe jungle was filled with all kinds of dangers but they did not seem so severe now; at least he was used to themBut here, one misstep and it would be deathIt was better to live in a cellar than to walk a tightropeRoth plucked angrily at the grass againWhy didn't Croft turn back? What could he hope to gain?

Martinez's body achedHe was feeling a reaction from the previous night, and all morning as they had worked up the mountain he had plodded along, wretched with anxiety, his limbs trembling, his body wet with perspirationHis mind had played a few necessary tricks on him; the connection gucci new bag between his reconnaissance and Hearn's death was happily smudged, or at least on the surface, but ever since the second ambush he had been feeling the apprehension of a man in a dream who knows he is guilty, is waiting for his punishment, and cannot remember his crime
Toiling up the first slopes of the mountain, Martinez brooded about the Japanese soldier he had killedHe could see his face clearly, far more vividly now in the cruel dazzle of the morning sun than he had the night before, and in his memory he traced over every motion the Jap had madeOnce again Martinez could feel the blood trickling over his fingers, leaving them stickyHe examined his hand, and with a pang of horror discovered a dried black thread of blood in the webbing between two of his fingersHe grunted with disgust and the excessive fear one feels hermes vintage in crushing an insectAnd immediately afterward he could see the Jap picking his nose
For what? They were on the mountain now, and if he didn'tNo kill Jap, go back to beach, he told himselfBut that made no sense either, and his anxiety prickled along his backHe gave up the effort to think and trudged along in the middle of the platoon, finding no release in the exertion of the ascentThe more tired he felt the tauter his nerves becameHis limbs had the heavy painful sensitivity of a man in fever
In the break he flopped down beside Polack and GallagherThere was something he wanted to talk to them about, but he was not quite sure what it could be
Polack was grinning at him"Whadeya say, scout?"
"Oh, nothing," he said in a low voiceHe never knew what to answer to "Whadeya say?" and it always made him uneasy
"They ought uhr rolex to give ya the day off," Polack said He had been a poor scout the night before, he had done everything wrongIf he hadn't killed the Jap -- that was the keystone of all his mistakesHe could not have named them, but he was convinced that he had made many mistakes
"Nothin' happened, huh?" Gallagher asked
Martinez shrugged, saw Polack looking at the dried blood on his handIt would look like dirt, but he found himself saying, "Japs in the pass, I kill one
"Huh?" Polack said, "what's the score? That looey told us the pass was empty
Martinez shrugged againHe argue with Croft, say pass empty, after I come back, see JapsCroft tell him Martinez good man, know what he see but Looey he don't want to listen, stubborn damn fool"Ya had to knock off a Jap and he didn't believe it?"
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