第8部分(第1/8 頁)

Jesus　shoot　me　Christ　shoot　me　mama　mia　mama　Mia　oh　purest　lovely　Mary　shoot　me。　Stop　it。　Stop　it。　Stop　it。　Oh　Jesus　lovely　Mary　stop　it。　Oh　oh　oh　oh；〃　then　choking；　〃Mama　mama　mia。〃　Then　he　was　quiet；　biting　his　arm；　the　stump　of　his　leg　twitching。

〃Porta　feriti！〃　I　shouted　holding　my　hands　cupped。　〃Porta　feriti！〃　I　tried　to　get　closer　to　Passini　to　try　to　put　a　tourniquet　on　the　legs　but　I　could　not　move。　I　tried　again　and　my　legs　moved　a　little。　I　could　pull　backward　along　with　my　arms　and　elbows。　Passini　was　quiet　now。　I　sat　beside　him；　undid　my　tunic　and　tried　to　rip　the　tail　of　my　shirt。　It　would　not　rip　and　I　bit　the　edge　of　the　cloth　to　start　it。　Then　I　thought　of　his　puttees。　I　had　on　wool　stockings　but　Passini　wore　puttees。　All　the　drivers　wore　puttees　but　Passini　had　only　one　leg。　I　unwound　the　puttee　and　while　I　was　doing　it　I　saw　there　was　no　need　to　try　and　make　a　tourniquet　because　he　was　dead　already。　I　made　sure　he　was　dead。　There　were　three　others　to　locate。　I　sat　up　straight　and　as　I　did　so　something　inside　my　head　moved　like　the　weights　on　a　doll's　eyes　and　it　hit　me　inside　in　back　of　my　eyeballs。　My　legs　felt　warm　and　wet　and　my　shoes　were　wet　and　warm　inside。　I　knew　that　I　was　hit　and　leaned　over　and　put　my　hand　on　my　knee。　My　knee　wasn't　there。　My　hand　went　in　and　my　knee　was　down　on　my　shin。　I　wiped　my　hand　on　my　shirt　and　another　floating　light　came　very　slowly　down　and　I　looked　at　my　leg　and　was　very　afraid。　Oh；　God；　I　said；　get　me　out　of