“Later. Look at the guy in the back, will you? He got a piece of shrapnel.”
“You ever see a Congressional Medal winner, Captain?” the BAR man asked sarcastically. “Well, you’re looking at one now. Corporal Thomas Gerald Ryan, known to his former friends as Horatio at the Bridge.”
“Take a look at him,” the corporal said.
“Couldn’t you order us to pull out, Captain?” the BAR man asked. “I mean everybody else high-assed it down the road like they’d never stop this side of St. Louis, Missouri. But not Thomas Gerald Ryan and his indomitable little band of broth—”
“Look at this man, I said! You want him to die while you stand here bitching?”
“I don’t want nobody to die. Me included. Where’s he hurt?”
Lemmering moved the body of Gotthold Preysing forward a little and indicated a place betwe
