Fluffyâs body slumps. He is silent.
The blood still runs from him, staining the jungle green of his trousers black. It is running into the hostile riverâlicked up and flicked away in the alien current.
We should all have died in that river but, by the normal miracle of war, we survive.
Brogan is dead. Fluffy is dying. Young Sunny, the drag man, turned back and made the other bank, though with three bullets in one thigh. The Log has a bullet burn across his shouldersâGriffo goes to him.
All the others are safe. They have vanishedâblended and gone into the silence and the jungle and the dripping leaf.
Old Whispering John is there, crouching against a stump, his eyes fixed on Bishie crouching ahead of him. Old Johnâs dirty teeth are showing in a fixed little grin. The webbing pouches on his chest are riddled, and there are even bullet burns on his shirt. Later he is going to show them and boast about them: âHowâs that, eh? The old soldier gets through, eh?â
âFunny,â heâll say with ill-concealed gloating. âYoung Fluffy, his first up and he cops it, and me, the old soldier, I walk right through it with not a scratch. Funny, eh?â
Harry Drew sends a swift whisper into the silence of the trees: âLaird, take over for a whileâwatch Pez and Janos.â
The whisper goes from tongue to tongue in leaf and branch and fern.
Harry Drew slides round the tree and flops down beside Regan: âHow are you feeling?â
âOK,â shivers Regan.
Harry puts his arm around the kidâs shouldersâthin shoulders.
âCome on, kidâeveryone feels as bad first time. Will you come with meâstick with me?â
âSure, Harry,â says Regan.
Sure, Harry! You are God, here on this muddy track, if you can beat these wasps of wrath awayâif you can walk like Christ and unafraidâif you can keep me from deathâor, better still, if you can keep me from fear of it showing in my eyes. Sure, Harry!
Harry Drew leaves the tree in the peculiar crouching crab-like run of the soldier under fire. He pauses by a tree, dodges on and falls into the shadows of the shrub. A few seconds later Regan follows him with a valiant imitation of that same run. He pauses faithfully by the same tree, dodges on and falls panting heavily in the shadow of the same bush a few feet from Harry Drew.
âOK, kid?â says Harry.
Regan manages to grin through his parched lips.
âSure, Harry.â
5
But we must be inconstant to the earthâthereâs the pity and the terror of it. We must riseâand never more reluctant from a loverâs bed. A red cross is drawn on a map and we must go there. The sky is grey and the jungle crouches, bland and waiting. The wet drips incessantly, implacably, imperturbably from the leafâcharting the passage of eternity.
Pez and Janos crouch against the bole of a tree and talk it over. They crouch on their haunches, crouch on their toesâready. They do not look at each otherâthey watch the jungle. They whisper from the corners of their mouths. The rifle and the Owen are held loosely in their handsâready.
âThey might open with mortars,â insists Pez. âItâd be a hell of a thing to walk into your own mortars.â
âThey wonât,â says Janos. âTheyâd wait for us to call for themâand weâve got no line back across the river. They know weâre here somewhere. They wouldnât use mortars unless we called for them. Weâve got to get that gun.â
âThey might just open up.â
âThe longer we wait the less chance weâve got!â
âWhere do you reckon the gun is?â
âAbout three or four hundred yards downâcanât be far from the bank.â
âThey might be strong.â
âProbably just a gun crew.â
âTheyâll know weâre here.â
âWe know theyâre
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