“Keep moving!” Hector yelled at everyone. “Keep moving, God damn it! Where are the other Yanks? Why didn’t they come up from the other side? Keep moving, God damn you!”
“Where, sir?” Hurt by the rebuff but willing now to forgive anything, the retired gag man shouted respectfully on behalf of them all.
“Where?” Hector shouted back at him. “Where? What do you mean where?”
Lieutenant Clancy fought his way through. “What do we do, Captain? Consolidate or pursue?”
“You’ve lost your God-damn’ mind!” the captain yelled accusingly. “Consolidate what, for Jesus’ sake? Pursue who, for Jesus? We’ve gotta get out of here!”
“Come on now, men,” Clancy shouted. “Get moving!”
“Where? Where, for God’s sake!” A single mortar burst fell in just behind.
“Another God-damn’ trap!” the gag man bawled.
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