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Everything was ruinedHe had the kind of merriment a man sometimes knows when events have ended in utter disaster
He and Toglio were blown into the motor poolThey collided as they tried to turn and went sprawling in the mudGoldstein felt like lying there without getting up, but he put his hands against the ground, pushed and went staggering behind one of the trucksAlmost the entire company was in the trucks or bunched together in the lee of themThere were about twenty men clustered together behind the truck he had reachedThey stood there shivering and huddled together for warmth, their teeth chattering from the icy rainThe sky was an immense dark bowl that crashed and quaked with thunderAll Goldstein could see was the green truck, and the wet green-black uniforms of the men"Jesus," somebody said
Toglio was trying to light a cigarette, but it soaked through and came apart in his mouth before he could get his matches out louis vuitton neo of his waterproof pouchHe threw it to the ground and watched it dissolve in the mudDespite the fact that he was completely wet, the rain still hurt; every drop that went down his back was like a cold slug, shocking and loathsomeHe turned to the man next to him, and shouted, "Your tent go down?"
"Yeah
It made Toglio feel betterHe rubbed his black unshaved chin, and felt intimate suddenly with all the men, liked them immensely with a burst of warmthThey were all good guys, good Americans, he told himselfIt took Americans to stand something like this and laugh about it, he decidedHis hands were cold, and he stuck them in the baggy pockets of his fatigue pants
Red and Wilson, who were standing a few feet away, had begun to singRed's voice was deep and gruff, and Toglio laughed as he listened to them

Once I built a railroad, made it run,
Made it race against time

they sang, and jogged up and down to warm their cartier love feet

Once I built a railroad, now it's done,
Brother, can you spare a dime?

Toglio found himself roaring with laughterRed was a comic, he told himself, and began to hum with them

Once I built a tower to the sun,
Bricks and, rivet and lime,
Once I built a tower, now it's done,
Brother, can you spare a dime?

Toglio joined in on the last line, and Red beckoned to himThe three of them kept singing as loudly as they could, their arms about each other for warmthThe wind had abated to some degree, and they could hear their voices clearly every now and then, but they sounded distant and a little unreal, like a radio in another room being turned up and down, up and down

Once in khaki suits
Gee, we looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum
Half a million boots went sloggin' thru Hell,
I was the kid with the drum
Say, don't you remember, they call me Al?
It was Al all the time
Say, don't you 2.55 chanel remember, I'm your pal?
Buddy, can you spare a dime?

They started laughing as they finished, and Toglio yelled, "What do we sing next? How about 'Show Me The Way to Go Home'?"
"I can't sing," Red shouted"My throat's too dry He pursed his mouth and rolled his eyes, and Toglio laughed into the rainWhat an ugly comical guy Red wasThey were all good guys
"Show me the way to go home," Toglio sang, and several other men began to sing with them

I'm tired and I want to go to bed,
I had a little drink about an hour ago,
And it's gone right to my head

The rain had become hard and steady, and Toglio had a wistful mellow feeling as he chanted the wordsHe was cold, and despite the bodies about him he kept shiveringHe had an image of driving in a car on a winter twilight, approaching a strange town which beckoned to him with its warmth and lights

Wherever I may roam,
On land or sea or foam,
You can always hear fendi big me singing this song,
Show me the way to go home

It was almost dark, and in the lee of the truck underneath the coconut trees it was becoming difficult to see the men's facesToglio's mood deepened, became sad and gentleHe remembered how his wife had looked once trimming a Christmas tree, and a tear ran down his heavy fleshy cheeksFor a minute or so he felt completely removed from the war, from the rain, from everything; he knew that in a little while he would be having to consider where and how he would sleep, but for this brief moment he sang resolutely, wriggling his toes, letting all the soft sensuous memories that the songs evoked flow unresisting through his mind
A jeep came wallowing through the mud and came to a halt about thirty feet from themHe saw General Cummings and two other officers dismount, and he nudged Red to stop singingThe General was bareheaded and his uniform was completely wet, but he was balenciaga giant bag smilin