Chapter 40 thirty nine bernard

Thousands were killed in Calcutta.Men, women, children, and even sucking babies were all shot to death.They call it a riot.Those of us who've ever had a tough fight with a bloodthirsty little guy know there's more to it than that.Muslims slaughtered Hindus.Hindus killed Muslims.Who knows which side the Sikhs are on now?It was rumored that there were too many wounded to count and too many dead to be buried.They fought over which side should own the new independent India.Just thinking of the ragtag bunch of illiterates waiting to rule their country makes me smile.Tell the British to leave India?Only British troops could keep these coolies under control.The task was successfully accomplished and we agreed.As far as our recovery team is concerned, it's back to the air station.Even if there is a mistake, everyone is still present.Leave it to the Indians (and the vultures) to clear the streets of tragic litter.

But the switch to Kolkata pissed everyone off.Some people are more angry than others.Mumbling and complaining.Private gathering.What do you say?A hot and suffocating road.The train rushed us to the local area, but on the return journey, the old cow trailer seemed to be empty waiting for the branch line.heat.crowd.Too many rookies piled together in a museum for four days.Only official convoys without ammunition are allowed to go out.Numerous parades in the streets.All kinds of orders pretending to be fierce.Rumor has it that we will be fed fish from the Hooghly River, where many dead bodies are found rotting and rotting.The days when there were only boiled eggs (a sulfurous burp from a few hundred boron eggs, not easily forgotten).Then there was Pirpo and his buddies who were taken away to await a court-martial for disobedience to that hasty order.

After leaving Kanna, there will be a meeting in our hut.Proposed by Macy and two others.Wanted to discuss Pilpo and the prosecution thing.I don't understand why Macy got involved.He's usually more reasonable than most.He was going home in a moment, back to the pub in Brayton to order a pint.Pilpo and his grandstanding will be bad memories. We cannot see them being prosecuted for what happened in Calcutta.he told me. In heaven, why not?Military orders are like mountains, of course. God, don't sing too loudly, uncle.If you don't want to take care of it, you can leave it alone.

There is still friendship between me and Pilpo.He was the nail in the eye of his friends and Johnny to his mother.We also shared a shed once.Makes my day very sad.I am older than most people.Want to keep a low profile.There is also work to be done.I just want to get through it quickly.I want to influence them with my own civilized style.But when I'm surrounded by Johnny.It was difficult for a young man like Pilpo.He is a tall, thin boy.The hands are as long as the apes, and the eyes blink from time to time (without warning). So you're a family man, uncle?I thought about getting married, but not yet.Trying to make me as crazy as he was, I thought, was already a bit of his entertainment.Thought it would make me blush (don't think so).Iron Headed Nail was overjoyed when he found out that my only girlfriend was my wife.

Uncle, what have you been doing with your female friends all these years? Ironhead brags about his affairs with women.How many people let him go, and what did he do.Two twin sisters together.I swear because God is my witness.He can eat anything.This kind of thing becomes a kind of competition, comparing various postures (mostly unrealistic fantasies).Uncle, have you ever come up from behind?Paparazzi?I told him that was my business and didn't want to discuss it with him.He said: Then I will treat it as nothing, but you can try it next time.And kindly went to the floor of the shed to demonstrate the action. (Of course, Queenie would turn pale at the suggestion. She would put on her pajamas, which buttoned like locks and were as thick as a coat, and tell me to sleep in another room.)

Uncle, you know, you can be ridden like a horse.Ironhead keeps telling me.He also likes to stand up, let the woman's legs wrap around his waist.Some of the poses are patently ridiculous.The one he called six-nine made me laugh out loud. (A small victory, as some of the other brethren cheered along.) I applaud his imagination.But he insists that he has done it many times.He told me: There's nothing his tongue can't do. The shed was dark, like a meeting of another troublesome business.Also in the same form.Too many rookies sweating in a small space.Also like rot on a fishmonger's cutting board.One hand grabbed my shirt and pulled me in to block the door.He said: Uncle, squeeze this way.

Someone shouted: don't mention names.But I know it's Curley.Also his hut.Inside it was as black as the inside of an eyelid.There are people everywhere.Sit on the floor, sit on a camp bed, and stand around walls.Not a single shadow could be seen, but a crowd could be felt in numb movement and lack of breathable air.I groped for the door and went in, and when I realized that I was making a face, I quickly withdrew my hand.I feel some fingers spread out under my feet as I take a step.Hello, look good.God!I sit down as well as I can.The brethren on both sides are as sticky as hot baked potatoes.The speaker tried to muffle his voice with a pencil in his mouth.old trick.He sounded like he was gurgling from below the surface though.I can't understand a word.Once everyone yelled to get that stupid pencil away, I soon found out that it was Macy who was speaking.

I said, let's send a delegation to find the commander.Explain the situation and say that was a stupid order.The sergeant wasn't thinking.Ask him to drop the complaint against Iron Head Nails.A few muffled whispers spread across the room.The guy next to me threw his hand into the air and hit my head with it.The room was pitch black and no one could see.fool. Someone asked: What if he doesn't want to know? Then a guy next to me yelled in my ear: Strike!jerked my head away.Hitting my skull on the round shoulder of a guy next to me.The guy said it again: We must strike.This time he felt his saliva fly.Everyone is complaining.I wanted to rub my head, but my hand was stuck by my side and I couldn't get it out.I could hear the tap of the pipe against my teeth.Knowing that it was Macy he had this problem when he was nervous.It had been a long time since he had smoked a pipe, but his teeth had worn down to the shape of the wood.

We are being used right now, someone said around me, to support the British Empire.His face was so close that I could smell his breath, the scent of gentian.A friend of Uncle Stalin's was buzzing in my ear.Close enough for me to know he wasn't shaved.He continued: "The military is just using us now.The aromatic breath is nauseating in the sweltering heat.He leaned into my ear, wondering if we would still count as dead in the line of duty if we died in Calcutta, even though the war we had joined had ended more than a year ago.He sat up straight and I had to adjust with him, our shoulders glued together in the crowd.He gushed: Some mothers may lose their sons, some wives lose their husbands.Playing dartboard in the Hindus vs Muslims struggle.The stupid room fell silent to listen to him.Son of Uncle Stalin.I don't listen to his nonsense.

Macy I said, to get his attention.I knew where he was, but I could only imagine him there. Without mentioning names.Everyone yells. This whole meeting is just ridiculous.I can feel someone's chest against the back of my head, their knees poking into my kidneys.Call the spokesperson, Macy said from afar, just call me the spokesperson. There is no way.I said: Speaker, what is the point of this meeting?Is it to destroy our country?I can hear breathing behind me.A brother cleared his throat and blew out phlegm.I myself am one who is proud to be part of the British Empire.Take pride in representing decency.

Someone shouted from the side of Messina: Believe in you, uncle. Macy said: No names mentioned.I don't want anyone being sued for attending this conference. I asked: Then why did you hold this meeting?A finger dug hard into my ribs.I pushed back.We're going home, not for Johnny.People like Pilpo got into trouble. Why don't you keep your mouth shut?The words whispered to me sounded as close as a thought. The person next to me puts his knee on my fingers.I said: You have crushed my hand.But he didn't move away.I pulled hard and accidentally slapped a person who was too depressed to yell.I could hear Macy grunting.Before long, the room is like a classroom without the teacher present. Nothing reasonable can come out of this boiler.I saw two cigarette butts waving like fireworks.Only shapes and shadows.My fingers hurt like hell.There was no air to breathe, only a foul smell to breathe. I heard the words with the scent of gentian violet: Keep your voice down, uncle.Otherwise go away.One knee kicked me in the back and pinned me.The culprit said sorry.But I soon understood that I was sitting among the communists in the red corner.If I could see their faces, I would know to avoid them. And there is no need for me to say this: Excuse me, I am leaving. Several people around taunted.I pushed and squeezed to gain my footing.Then he was pushed back hard.One of them grabbed my ankle and said: Damn you have to watch your way when you walk.I groped my way to the door like a blind man.Squeeze through viscous torsos and creamy chunks.Grab something that will keep me on my feet.I wish Macy would come with me.Stay away from those mobs. I felt the fingers return to my feet again.The guy yelled: Get out of here.Curley tried to open the door but couldn't.Pushing hard, almost tore down the wall together.But immediately I was caught in the sticky night air, with the mountain breeze blowing against me.