Not only did Vera have to put up with shells and bullets whistling over the kitchen tent. She had to defend herself against her husband, too, who was drunk. He beat her up in the midst of battle.
He baclked both her eyes and broke her jaw. He threw her out through the tent flaps. She landed on her back in the mud. Then he came out to explain to her how she could avoid similar beatings in the future.
He came out just in time to be skewered by the lance of an enemy cavalryman.
"And what's the moral of that story, do you think?" I asked her.
She lay a callused palm on my knee. "Wilbut-don't ever get married." she replied.
Slapstick, by Kurt Vonnegut
I need to take some Nyquil!!!
Until I do though, enjoy the creative juices which spew from my brain.
MMMM, brain juices, tasty!