Can Such Things Be? by Ambrose Bierce
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impart it. Are you wounded?" he added, smiling.
"Not seriously--it seems." The man removed the unmilitary hat, put his hand to his head, passed it through his hair and, withdrawing it, attentively considered the palm. "I was struck by a bullet and have been unconscious. It must have been a light, glancing blow: I find no blood and feel no pain. I will not trouble you for treatment, but will you kindly direct me to my command--to any part of the Federal army--if you know?" Again the doctor did not immediately reply: he was recalling much that is recorded in the books of his profession--something about lost identity and the effect of familiar scenes in restoring it. At length he looked the man in the face, smiled, and said: "Lieutenant, you are not wearing the uniform of your rank and service." At this the man glanced down at his civilian attire, lifted his eyes, and said with hesitation: "That is true. I--I don't quite understand." Still regarding him sharply but not unsympathetically the man of science bluntly inquired: "How old are you?" |
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