A shell fell close and they both dropped to the ground and dropped me. “I’m sorry, Tenente ,” said Manera. “Hang onto my neck.”

“If you drop me again.”

“It was because we were scared.”

“Are you unwounded?”

“We are both wounded a little.”

“Can Gordini drive?”

“I don’t think so.”

They dropped me once more before we reached the post.

“You sons of bitches,” I said.

“I am sorry, Tenente ,” Manera said. “We won’t drop you again.”