He tried to get his canteen but he couldn’t reach it. That made him afraid. “I want some water,” he said. He turned his head through stiff ages. Two feet away A man was lying quietly, fast asleep, A bearded man in an enemy uniform. He had a canteen. Ellyat wet his lips with his tongue. “Hey Johnnie, got some water?” he whispered weakly. Then he saw that the Johnnie had only half a head, And frowned because such men could not lend canteens.