“I’m going on.”
“What’s the trouble?”
“—— the war.”
“What’s wrong with your leg?”
“It’s not my leg. I got a rupture.”
“Why don’t you ride with the transport?” I asked. “Why don’t you go to the hospital?”
“They won’t let me. The lieutenant said I slipped the truss on purpose.”
“Let me feel it.”
“It’s way out.”
“Which side is it on?”