down. And then the sound track goes silent. All we can hear is the rush of wind on the wings and the drone, not of propellers this time, but of plummeting descent.
The rest is drama. The music fades into the back of my thoughts and I canât hear anything. When captured, the brothers are tortured as they are questioned about the expected Allied push. Monte, unable to endure Baron von Kranzâs brutality any longer, agrees to tell what he knows in order to save his life. Poppy also agrees, but itâs a trick; in exchange for the battle plans, Poppy asks for and is given a pistol with a single bullet in order to cleanse his shame. Instead he shoots his brother, who when breathing his last breath says, âDonât cry, it was the only thing you could do!â Moments later, Poppy stands before of a firing squad and cries, âIâll be with you in just a moment, Monte!â As the last bit of smoke rises from the German gun barrels, the mist rises from the trenches along the devastated landscape of the Western Front. All of a sudden, with cheers and wails, long lines of soldiers emerge from their holes and forge their way onto the enemyâs line.
My eyes feel so heavy and I canât place this melody that runs through my head. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I havenâtslept in such a very long time now, so long I donât remember the last time. The time I did sleep, it couldnât have been for more than a few hours, and that time I remember I didnât even really fall asleep. I was so nervous, nervous Poppy would call and I wouldnât hear him. I closed my eyes in anticipation of hearing his voice come over the intercom in my room calling, âHerman Q. Louse!â Over and over, in my mind, I could see him watching me sleep as he called. Even seeing how exhausted I was he still called, not giving up, not calling any other attendant, but me. âHerman Q. Louse!â is all I heard that night as I drifted through auditory phantoms. Hours passed with my eyes closed as my mind traced shadows onto darkness. I counted thousands forward and back, thinking many thoughts at once. His voice swelled and infected the room. I could even smell him.
I must think quick thoughts now, little jabs, like needles he supplies me with.
â¦three inches long to stick in my palms at the base of each finger, to keep me from sleeping, keep me aware.
No stimulants
â¦pure attendants onlyâ¦
needles to be kept in shirt pockets to stick in palms of hand
â¦
â¦
if boredom reigns and brings on sleep, induce pain
â¦
Take my pins to hand now, in order to save myself from further humiliationâ¦from sleepâ¦here, standing beside himâ¦face the televisionâ¦
Itâs unheard of, thisâ¦
â¦planes fighting over Western Frontâ¦men throwing themselves onto grenadesâ¦
â¦try to see the movie from another perspectiveâ¦
â¦all blurs togetherâ¦
â¦afraid Iâm done forâ¦
â¦already see his eyes before meâ¦
â¦Mr. Louseâ¦
â¦Mr. Louseâ¦
â¦Mr. Louseâ¦
â¦Mr. Louseâ¦
â¦Mr. Louseâ¦
â¦Mr. Louseâ¦
âYes,â I say, shaken to complete and total awareness.
I am no longer standing. Mr. Slodsky, Poppyâs second ward, is standing over me, upside down. We are in motion. His bald head bobs to and fro. A rather skinny man with a pockmarked face, Mr. Slodsky incessantly stoops his shoulders. He has a nervous twitch in his left cheek that mostly twitches when he stutters, but occasionally twitches when he steps down onto his right foot at a particular angle. Other than the stooped shoulders, the pockmarks, and the twitch, he is a handsome man. He has a square jaw, which is nicely proportioned with his nose and brow. His gray eyes complement our blue ties. He has large arms and legs and perfect teeth. Mr. Slodskyâs fresh scent of ammonia wafts deep into my lungs.
âG-G-Good