“We’ll be fortunate — I’ve seen it happen so I back up with experience what I say — if she doesn’t shoot down here and they don’t do it on the floor of this car, rubble and all.”
“Like I stated,” shorter man says, “everything happens to man — the works. In our platoon an officer stepped on a land mine — this, minutes after he lectured us on how to recognize them — went thirty feet into the air, was unconscious all the while he was up there, came down on his feet without knowing it and which now had no boots on and were scorched, and suddenly was awake and walked straight into a puddle to take away the heat from the burns. Later maybe because burns get infected so easily, they got infected. And because our medic was dead and we were way off no place smoking-out Italians — people tend to forget they were also our enemies then — he almost lost both legs. Lieutenant Malcolm G. Gabert his name was. I don’t hear from him ever. And I certainly, I want you to know, by my aside before, have nothing against Italians.”
“Excuse me, but that lieutenant incident sounds impossible.”
“I knew he’d say that,” ponytailed man says.
“But thirty feet up, then landing on his feet unconsciously and walking away?”
“If he hadn’t been unconscious when he landed he wouldn’t have landed that way. He would have landed in a way where he would have died, like not on his feet.”
“But coming out unscathed?”
“The scorch burns, this gentleman said — the infections.”
“Pardon me for arguing, sir,” shorter man says to me, “and I can handle this, so please let me,” to the ponytailed man, “but I saw it. I wasn’t him but I saw him. Other soldiers in other situations got killed standing a hundred feet away from even less powerful land mines that exploded, and also when they had some natural hard protection to hide behind like concrete or sturdy trees. So who can say about life? Take it from me: not you or I.”
“I don’t mean to argue either,” I say, “but a bomb’s a bomb. Sure, anything can happen in life, to a degree, so I’ll go along with your bullets in boots and so on. But if a bomb lands smack on top of you — touches your body when it explodes or just inches away, and of the force of a mine that can send a normal-sized man — he was, wasn’t he?”
“My height.”
“And you’re a little less than my height, and if it had happened to me — and when I’m talking of a bomb landing on someone I mean the mine below — I’d have died. Or at least would’ve been seriously maimed, and ninety-nine chances out of a hundred that would’ve meant among other things losing both legs or at least one of them or one of my feet. No, both feet. They can’t survive such a blast and probably not even the legs below the knees.”
“What do you want me to tell you, you’re right? Because I won’t apologize in a war where fifty million died. And if fifty million did — if forty million I’ll even say — you don’t think — or thirty, or twenty, not to say a hundred million casualties or thereabouts — there wouldn’t have been even a few thousand inconceivable freak accidents, plus the fifty to a hundred thousand that at first seemed inconceivable but you gradually came around to believe in them? For instance, a three-story stone building in an area totally arid from no rainfall for months collapsed on one of the villagers in a village we shelled and she was under the entire thing of it for ten days without air, food, drink or even mud to lick and she survived.”
“That’s only a little more possible to believe than the lieutenant incident, but still quite impossible. In ten days she would’ve suffocated, starved, completely dehydrated, but something to have died.”
“That’s what I’m telling you — impossible to believe but there it was before my eyes.”
“You’re not claiming it was God’s doing, in other words?” ponytailed man says.
“I’m saying it was an inconceivable freak, which is a combination of a miscellany of coincidences and natural life and man-made happenings. Which means it could even have been to her advantage there hadn’t been rain for months, plus her own body and what it was able to withstand and the will to survive and—”
“No, it’s beyond being a freak,” I say. “In ten days, if she came up alive—”
“That’s what she did. But she didn’t walk up, you know. First of all, where were the stairs? Second of all, she had to be lifted gingerly and carried away. Now I’m not saying she lived more than an hour after that, since we never knew how the wounded were doing in the hospitals, except for our own GI’s. It was a human miracle — just us, what we as people fall into and get out of and between those undergo, and nothing dealing with those big manipulative fingers with the strings at the ends of them of the Lord’s. You’re not a great believer by any chance, for if you are, again I deeply apologize.”
“I’m not. But air pockets. Or someone could’ve been feeding her through a tube those last few days. I’m no expert, and you couldn’t have been there all the time those ten days.”
“No tubes. And I didn’t need minute-to-minute information on her, since nothing had essentially changed till we reached her the last day. You see, she started out in the basement of the building because that’s where she went when the village was being shelled, and for ten days she was twenty-five feet under that pile.”
“Maybe you’re right. I’ve never been to war or even in one of the armed services, and I’m getting cold out here,” rubbing my hands, feeling for a coat button I might not have buttoned except for the top one. “But, come to think of it I was in a very serious car accident and nothing happened to me, while the guy I hit nearly died. But that was because my car was a big used Olds compared to his two-seater British something or another sports.”
“What happened?” ponytailed man says. “They weren’t drafting then and you happened to come of age between one of the police actions or wars, or you were deferred?”
“The truth is — you fellows aren’t federal law officers or MP’s in disguise, are you? Only kidding. No, it was so long ago I don’t mind admitting it now. I was called down for a physical and pretended something was a bit more than neurotic with me — but only after I couldn’t fail any of the physical tests — and they believed it. It was a good act, but I just didn’t want to go in then, that’s all.”
“If it was World War Two or Korea would you have acted that way?”
“I think I would’ve gone in some other capacity than gun-holding — that was the thing.”
“Someone’s got to pull the trigger,” shorter man says.
“True. Or not. And I shouldn’t have brought it up, since you did fight, you say.”
“I most certainly did; I can’t speak for him.”
“Coast guard,” ponytailed man says. “Nothing rough, but it could have been. Florida waters, snooping for subs.”
“And you probably lost buddies,” I say to the shorter man.
“I already told you.”
“Me, never, except through natural causes. One slips on the deck. Another talks tough to a hooker. My closest amigo had cirrhosis of the liver when he joined up—”
“Excuse me — and I know,” I say to the shorter man, “and I respect that, and no doubt you still carry deep feelings about those deaths and all, so now it’s my turn to apologize.”
“Forget the apologies and respects to death and how chilly it is out here — it isn’t to me anyway. Just speak your mind.”
“Speak it. Yes. Well I’ll try. Gun-holding and shooting. I could maybe to save my mother’s life or some innocent’s or mine. Definitely my mother’s and mine, if I wasn’t the one responsible, and the innocent’s if it was a child. Even if I was responsible, though if my mother was responsible I would too but without any question. And even if the innocent wasn’t a child, and in fact wasn’t even completely innocent, but a lot more innocent than the other person, though that I’d definitely have to know. The circumstances of their dispute, I mean, before I’d step in with a gun, though I don’t see any reason for my ever getting hold of one. But if I was suddenly holding one, how would I know how to use it? And if I tried to and it didn’t go off or went off wrong, I’d be asking, in stepping in for this innocent, to get shot at and killed. For my mother and no doubt myself, I’d try to use the gun even if I didn’t know how to — and I’m talking about a gun against gun or something comparable to one. That is, if nothing else worked before that or I could see that nothing would and I now had no time to do anything else.”