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...... I had to look at his wound...... I rolled him over..... I could see it was probably a fatal wound...... |
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...... you could imagine what pain he was in....... he was dripping with sweat...... and after I'd gone about three shellholes, traversed that, had it been....... had there been a path or a road I could have done better...... |
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...... he pummelled me..... "Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me down!"....... I was hoping he would faint...... |
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...... he said "I can't go any further, let me die."...... I said "If I leave you here, Bill, you won't be found - let's have another go." ...... he said "All right then."....... |
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....... and the same thing happened...... he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him there...... in no-man's-land. * |
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*Excerpted from "The Ballad of Bill Hubbard" by Roger Waters. |
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