Quietly they set their burden down: he tried To grin; moaned; moved his head from side to side. He gripped the stretcher; stiffened; glared; and screamed, "O put my leg down, doctor, do!" (He`d got A bullet in his ankle; and he`d been shot Horribly through the guts.) The surgeon seemed So kind and gentle, saying, above that crying, "You must keep still, my lad." But he was dying.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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