His depression had increased while he was with... His depression had increased while he was with the other menGallagher was busy writing to his wife, leafing through the fifteen letters that had come from her in order to answer some of her questions, and Wilson had been complaining about his wife"Ah gave that damn woman lovin' she'll never forget, and now she's always fussin' over why Ah don' send some o' my pay
"You're gonna die in jail," Red had snorted
By the time he returned to his own tent, he was very depressedAt the entrance he kicked aside an empty beer can and crawled into the holeAs he straightened his twisted blankets in the dark, he
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Wyman twisted over in his bedding, and spoke up softly"I only drank one of my beersWhy don't you take the other two, Red?"
"Well, thanks, kidA tacit friendship had developed between them since they had been bunking together, but Wyman was making more and more overtures latelyYou start buddy-buddying with 'em and they get knocked off, Red thoughtMore and more Wyman reminded him of Hennessey"You better drink the beer yourself, kid," he said, "they ain't gonna give 'em out again for a
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"Naw, I don't like beer much
Red opened a can and passed it to Wyman"C'mon, we'll each have one If he had kept both of them and drunk them it might have muddled him enough to fall asleep easilyEver since the night they had marched up to the front, Red's kidneys had been bothering him steadily, keeping him awake at nightAnd with insomnia there was always a re-enactment of the moment when he had waited for the Japanese soldier to stab himBut even so, two beers was a big favor, too big a oneIt would give Wyman a call on himIt was better when you didn't owe anybody
They drank silently for a few
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"I got a batch from my mother Wyman lit a cigarette and looked away
"What about your girl friend, what's-her-name?"
"I don't know, I didn't get anything from her
In the dark, Red grimacedThe whole setup should have told himGiving away a beer, mooning by himself in the tent -- he should have guessed what was wrong with Wyman and avoided a conversation"Aw, hell, kid, she'll write you," he blurted
Wyman fingered his blanket"I can't figure it out, RedI haven't got any mail from her since I been overseasBack in the States she used to write me every day
Red rinsed
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"I used to think that, but I don't believe it any moreWhen I was in the replacement depot I didn't expect to get any, but now we've had two mail calls here, and I got a bunch of letters from my mother each time, and nothing from her
Red fingered his nose and sighed
"I'll tell you the truth, Red, I'd be scared to get a letter from her nowIt'd probably be a Dear John
"There's lots of women, kidYou're better off if you learn early
Wyman's voice was troubled and hurt"She ain't like that, RedShe's really a
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