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"You're right, of course. I just wanted you to see the blackness of your own soul," he said, gri
"That's what it's all about," I said.
"No hope for you, Krummel. Speaking of hope: Morning's cast is off, and he still can't or won't walk. He says he has feeling but no control…"
"No shit," I interrupted with a huge laugh.
Gallard frowned, perplexed, then went on. "I sent the psychiatrist in this morning, but Morning wouldn't talk to him. The shrink said, 'Well, Pfc Morning, I'm going to talk to you until you talk to me,' and Morning said, 'Well, Major Shrink, go right ahead. I was just going to jack off for the first time in about two months, so it ought to be something to take notes about,' and he proceeded to do so until Major Psychiatrist left. And he refuses to go back until Pfc Morning changes his attitude, to which I said, 'If he changes his attitude there, of course, won't be any need for you to go back.' Most shrinks are all right; overworked, but all right, but this guy is a real idiot. Don't repeat that or I'll have you jailed," he chuckled.
"Will he walk?"
"Who? Morning? Sure. He's a healthy kid, and from what you've told me about him, he should make it. Why don't you get an orderly to dress him in convalescent fatigues and put him in a chair and you boys roll and hop down to the Halfway House for a Seven-up."
"A Seven-up?"
"Tell the waiter I sent you and he'll drop about three fingers of Scotch in the bottle. Twice, but no more."
"Scotch? Seven-up? You gotta be kidding."
"If you're going to be subversive, you of course have to make sacrifices." He laughed and waved me out.
"Hey," I said, stopped in the door, "I'm glad you liked it."
"I'm not so sure I'm glad I liked it. Now go on; I've got healing to do."
As Morning and I made our crippled way along the sidewalk, the sun fell like golden rain on our faces, and the grass burned green beside us, and the green of the forest along the fairways was black, and the sky above crackled electric blue. Morning lifted himself out of the chair with his arms, saying, "A man could think about living in a place like this. Beautiful."
"It's all right."
"Krummel, you're a turd. A beautiful turd, but a shit all the same." He laughed and rolled on. "Fu
"Maybe," I said. "You suggesting compulsory bed rest for the world till it straightens out."
"Maybe," he said. "There was just one thing."
"Yeah?"
"I'd forgotten about laughing, man. When Gallard told me you were here and all that crazy crap you got into at the begi
"I don't know, man, I saw something that day when you came back up that hill, something in your face, something I never realized about you. Mostly it was my fault for not really seeing you, but maybe a little your fault too for always acting like you know everything worth knowing in the fucking world. But what I saw, man, in your face was that you didn't have any more control over your life than I had over mine. You just did what you had to or, I don't know, what something inside your guts made you do. Like me, or something. You didn't like killing those cats, but something inside said that was the right thing to do; even if it was a shitty thing it was the right thing at the right time. And you know, man, I felt for you that day. For the first time since all that shit with the fucking queer happened to me, I felt what it was like to love another man, and I didn't feel dirty about it.
"Course it didn't exactly work out when I went to try to explain it to you. You scared the shit out of me – but you know how our bowels were over there – I thought you were going to kill me. And after I got over being scared, and mad, I thought maybe you would have been right to kill me, and I wondered why you ever bothered to save my ass all those times, why you cared. Then I understood that because you weren't afraid, you were really my friend…"
"You don't have to say all that shit, man," I said, looking away from him.
"Yeah I do. And when I came out of that van that night, I was saying to myself, 'By god that's what Krummel would do,' and I did it."
"Yeah, well, life ain't what you'd call simple."
"That's okay now," he said, spi
"Well, just move that chair, cripple," I said. "You're standing 'tween me and my drinking." We went on.
About halfway down the ninth fairway, a golf ball, blinding white against the grass, rolled up beside us like a playful puppy. Morning wheeled out into the grass, picked it up, then popped it in his mouth like a piece of candy. Back on the tee, two tall slim young men and a ta
"I ain't never eat me no golf ball," he mumbled, trying not to laugh.
I somehow managed a straight face by the time the threesome caught up with us.
"Hey," the young man shouted who had hit the ball, "what are you doing with my ball?" The other guy and the girl, tall brown and blond, stood behind him.
"Sgt. Jacob Krummel, United States Army," I said, turning and saluting, "sir. Can I be of aid, sir?"
"Huh? Oh, well you could tell your buddy to give me my ball back. That was my best drive of the day, damnit. What the hell did he pick it up for."
"Pfc Morning, sir," I said, and Morning saluted. "Sir, he's not quite right in the head. Hasn't been since he ate all the rats. Not at all well, sir."
"What the hell was he doing eating rats?" he asked. The girl turned white.
"It was rats, sir," I paused, "or our own dead buddies. We were pi
"Oh, crap," he said. "Just give me my ball back."
Morning quickly took his shirt off. His chest and stomach were covered with a maze of livid red lines where the exploding bullets had plowed flesh. Even the inside of his arms were marked. I also took off my shirt, exposing the side and the arm where the mortar had driven dirt under the raw skin like an exploding tattoo.
"Listen, I'm sorry that you were hurt," he said, and his face seemed to agree with his words, "but could I please have my ball back."
Morning pulled out the waistband of his pants, then spit the ball into his crotch. "Hole in one, mother," he shouted and tried to resume the blank stupid face he had worn before, but a gale of laughter swept him away. He dove his hands into his pants, screaming, "Here it is. Got it. Ahhhh. Wrong one. Yep. Oops." He flipped it at the young man, saying, "If you drive, man, don't drink."