Andrews pulled his clothes off slowly.
“It's great to feel the sun and the wind on your body, isn't it, Chris?”
Andrews walked towards the pond and lay flat on his belly on the fine soft grass near the edge.
“It's great to have your body there, isn't it?” he said in a dreamy voice. “Your skin's so soft and supple, and nothing in the world has the feel a muscle has.... Gee, I don't know what I'd do without my body.”
Chrisfield laughed.
“Look how ma ole ankle's raised.... Found any cooties yet?” he said.
“I'll try and drown 'em,” said Andrews. “Chris, come away from those stinking uniforms and you'll feel like a human being with the sun on your flesh instead of like a lousy soldier.”
“Hello, boys,” came a high-pitched voice unexpectedly. A “Y” man with sharp nose and chin had come up behind them.
“Hello,” said Chrisfield sullenly, limping towards the water.
“Want the soap?” said Andrews.