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They braced themselves behind the gun, trying to wedge their feet into the wet clay of the bank"PUSH AGAIN!" he shouted, and they forced it upward a few more feetWyman felt a band was stretching cheap replica chanel handbag dangerously inside his body, and would snap at any momentThey rested again, and then shoved the gun another few yardsSlowly, minute by minute, they came closer to the topThey were perhaps four feet from the crest when Wyman lost the last reserves of his strengthHe tried to draw some few shreds of effort from his quivering limbs, but he seemed to collapse all at once, and just lay stupid behind the gun supporting it with no more than the weight of his sagging bodyThe gun began to slip, and he pulled awayToglio and Goldstein were left at each of the hubsWhen Wyman let go, they felt as though someone were pushing down against the gunGoldstein held on until the sliding wheels pulled his fingers loose, one by one, and then he just had time to shout hoarsely, "WATCH IT!" to Toglio, before the gun went crashing down to the bottomThe three men fell after it, rolling in its wakeThe gun struck some rocks at the bottom, and one of the wheels was knocked completely awryThey felt for it in the darkness like pups licking the wounds of their motherWyman began to blubber with exhaustion The accident caused a great deal of confusionCroft's team was on the gun waiting behind them, and he began to shout, "What's cartier santos 100 chronograph holdin' you up? 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He and Goldstein succeeded in turning the gun on its side"The wheel's shot," Toglio shouted"We can't move the gun"Get her out of the way They tried, and couldn't budge it "We need help," Goldstein shouted Croft swore again, and then he and Wilson slid down the bankAfter a while they were able to tumble the gun over enough times to move it down the creek bedWithout saying anything, Croft went back to his gun, and Toglio and the others climbed up the far bank and went staggering down the trail till they reached 1st Battalion's bivouacThe men who had arrived before them were lying on the ground motionlessToglio stretched out in the mud, and Wyman and Goldstein lay down beside himNone of them spoke for ten minutesOccasionally, a shell might burst somewhere in the jungle about them and their legs might twitch, but this was the only sign they gave of being consciousMen were moving about constantly, and the sounds of the fighting were closer, more viciousVoices kept coming to them out of the darknessSomeone would shout, "Where's the pack train for B Company?" and the answer would be muffled to the men fendi spy bag replica lying on the groundOccasionally they would be aware of the sounds of the night; for a few instants they might concentrate on the constant thrumming that emanated from the jungle, but they always relapsed into a stupor, thinking of nothing once more Croft and Wilson and Gallagher brought their gun in a short while later, and Croft shouted for Toglio "What do you want? 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Wyman roused himself His voice sounded weak "Did you let go?" colored prada fairy bag Croft asked Wyman felt a trace of fear as he thought of admitting that to Croft"No, I don't think soI heard Goldstein yell, and then the gun started to come down on meIt was rolling back so I got out of the way Already he was uncertain exactly how it had occurred, and a part of his mind was trying to convince him that he spoke the truthWith it, however, he felt a surprising flush of shame"I guess it was my fault," he blurted out honestly, but his voice was so tired that it lacked sincerity, and Croft thought he was trying to protect GoldsteinA spasm of rage worked through him, and he turned on Goldstein and said, "Listen, Izzy "My name isn't Izzy," Goldstein said angrily "I don't give a damn what it isThe next time you pull a goddam trick like that, I'm going to put you in for a court-martial "But I don't think I let go," Goldstein protested weaklyBy now, he too was no longer sureThe sequence of his sensations when the gun had begun to pull out of his hands was too confused for him to feel righteousHe had thought that Wyman stopped pushing first, but when Wyman declared he was to blame, Goldstein had a moment of panicLike Croft, he believed Wyman was protecting him"I don't know," he chanel purses bags