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〃How many have you got； Ettore？〃 asked the vice…consul。
〃He's got everything；〃 Simmons said。 〃He's the boy they're running the war for。〃
〃I've got the bronze twice and three silver medals；〃 said Ettore。 〃But the papers on only one have e through。〃
〃What's the matter with the others？〃 asked Simmons。
〃The action wasn't successful；〃 said Ettore。 〃When the action isn't successful they hold up all the medals。〃
〃How many times have you been wounded； Ettore？〃
〃Three times bad。 I got three wound stripes。 See？〃 He pulled his sleeve around。 The stripes were parallel silver lines on a black background sewed to the cloth of the sleeve about eight inches below the shoulder。
〃You got one too；〃 Ettore said to me。 〃Believe me they're fine to have。 I'd rather have them than medals。 Believe me； boy； when you get three you've got something。 You only get one for a wound that puts you three months in the hospital。〃
〃Where were you wounded； Ettore？〃 asked the vice…consul。
Ettore pulled up his sleeve。
〃Here；〃 he showed the deep smooth red scar。 〃Here on my leg。 I can't show you that because I got puttees on； and in the foot。 There's dead bone in my foot that stinks right now。 Every morning I take new little pieces out and it stinks all the time。〃
〃What hit you？〃 asked Simmons。
〃A hand…grenade。 One of those potato mashers。 It just blew the whole side of my foot off。 You know those potato mashers？〃 He turned to me
