Where was yeh ?" "Over on th' right.

I got separated"-- began the youth with considerable glibness.
But his friend had interrupted hastily.

"Yes, an' he got shot in th' head an' he's in a fix, an' we must see t' him right away." He rested his rifle in the hollow of his left arm and his right around the youth's shoulder.
"Gee, it must hurt like thunder!" he said.
The youth leaned heavily upon his friend.

"Yes, it hurts--hurts a good deal," he replied.

There was a faltering in his voice.
"Oh," said the corporal.