In a Solomons dressing station a Marine sergeant with a wound in his throat got his
sixth transfusion, made signs for paper and pencil, wrote:
"Will I live? Will I speak?"
The doctor nodded reassurance on both counts. The Marine signed off with a flourish:
"Then what the hell am I worrying about!"
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