| Why this fear? He had to shake itWhat had happened to him? This was unbelievableBefore him for an instant, in shame and fear, was the touch of Cummings's cigarette as he had stooped to pick it upHe felt as though he could hear everything, the scattered men breathing hoarsely behind their rocks, the Japanese in the grove calling to each other, even the rustling of the grass and the tense humming sounds of the crickets in the valleyBehind him, Croft's squad was still firingHe ducked behind the rock, scrounging his body as a volley of Japanese fire ricocheted off itThe stone and dust stung the back of his neck
Why didn't Croft do something? And abruptly he realized that he had been waiting here for Croft to cambon chanel handbag take over, waiting for the sharp voice of command that would lead him out of thisIt roused a vivid rageHe slid his carbine around the side of the rock, started to squeeze the trigger
But the gun wouldn't fire; the safety catch was still onThis mistake infuriated himNot quite conscious of what he was doing, he stood up, pressed the safety and fired a volley of three or four shots into the grove
"GET BACK, GET BACK," he roared"COME ON, GET UP, GET UP!BACK!" Numbly he heard himself shouting, his voice shrill and furious"COME ON, GET UP AND RUN!" There were bullets whipping past him, but standing on his feet they seemed insignificant"GET BACK TO THE OTHER SQUAD!" he roared again, running from rock to rock, his chanel purses bags voice bellowing like something apart from himselfHe turned and fired again, five shots as quickly as he could squeeze them off, and waited dumb, motionlessGIVE THEM A VOLLEY!"
A few of the men in the squad stood up and firedAwed, confused, the grove was silent for a few seconds"COME ON, RUN!" The men straggled to their feet, looked mutely at him, and began to race toward the ledge from which they had startedThey faced the grove, fired a few shots, and ran back for twenty yards, stopped to fire again, retreating pell-mell, sobbing like animals in anger and fearThe Japanese in the grove were firing once more, but they paid no attentionAll of them were franticIn motion, they wanted only one thing -- to reach the cheap replica chanel handbag safety of the ledge
One by one, gasping, panting angrily, they climbed the last shelf of rock and dropped behind its bank, their bodies pungent with sweatHearn was one of the lastHe rolled over on the ground, came to his kneesBrown and Stanley and Roth, Minerta and Polack were still firing, and Croft helped him to standThey crouched behind the rock"We all get back?" Hearn panted
Croft looked about quickly"Looks like all of us"C'mon, Lootenant, we got to get out of here, they'll be circling around soon
"Everybody here?" Red shoutedHe had a long abrasion on his cheek, powdered with embedded dirtHis sweat etched through it like tears on a dirty faceThe men were clambering behind the shelter of the rock, chloe bag white leather padlock shouting angrily and nervously at each other
"IS THERE ANYBODY THE FUG MISSING?" Gallagher shouted
"Everybody's here," someone yelled back
The grove at the other end of the field was silentOnly an occasional shot chirruped over their heads
"Let's get out of here
Croft peered over the top of the shelf, searched the field for an instant and saw nothingHe ducked down as a few shots chased after him"Want to go, Lootenant?"
Hearn was unable to concentrate for a momentHe was still caught in the ferment that had aroused himHe could not quite believe they were back to a temporary safety; all his energies were balkedHe wanted to drive them for another hundred yards and another, bawling out his commands, bellowing his latest dior bag r |
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