Excited for Lewis and maybe he and his family liked the gesture, but it just seems kind of weird to me really.
Andrew, I'd never say you're wrong, but maybe you're looking at this wrong.
We've all been badly injured sometime in our past. Around 1:00AM, it became my turn on the radio in the middle of the jungle. The moment I sat back, a snake in the pitch black bit me on the side of my arm right at the elbow, and it was on fire. With my fists I struck the little SOB a few times before he got away from me.
I was supposed to get my relief a couple hours later, but since I didn't want to wake up dead, I thought I'd stay awake and if HE came for me, I wanted to see him coming. The next morning, my arm was double it's original size, the skin was painful from being so tight, and I could barely wiggle my fingers.
The medic took pity on me and to protect the tender skin as I walked point and broke brush, he wrapped it in some Ace Bandages. Then he slung my shotgun over my shoulder, carefully pushed my swollen finger through the trigger guard, and then duct taped my hand to the pistol grip of that shotgun.
He asked how I felt, and I had to squint a bit as light hurt my eyes, my arm was throbbing and burning, I felt nauseous, and my eyes felt another six inches deeper in my skull than normal. He went into his pack and gave me two fingers of Jim Beam medicinal bourbon. I felt better.
All Golden did, was to give Malcolm a taste.
Now. That's not so strange, is it?
