@@@@@He accepted the knowledge passively, too
@@@@@He accepted the knowledge passively, too fagged to feel any regret or painIn a quiet tired voice he told them to rest before they turned back to the beach to meet the boat The return march was uneventfulThe men were wretchedly tired, but it was downhill work on the mountain slopesWithout any incident, they jumped the gap in the ledge where Roth had been killed, and by midafternoon descended the last cliffs, and set out into the yellow hillsAll afternoon as they marched they heard the artillery booming on the other side of the mountain rangeThat night they bivouacked about ten miles from the jungle, and by the next day they had reached the shore and joined the litter-bearersBrown and Stanley had come out of the hills only a few hours ahead of the platoon Goldstein told Croft how they had lost Wilson, and was surprised when he made no commentBut Croft was bothered by something elseDeep inside himself, Croft was relieved that he had not been able to climb the mountainFor that afternoon at least, as the platoon waited on the beach for the boats that were due the next day, Croft was rested by the unadmitted knowledge that he had found a limit to his hunger
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THE BOAT picked them up the next day and they started on the journey backThis time the landing craft had been equipped with eighteen bunks along the bulkheads and the men put their equipment in the empty ones and stretched out to sleepThey had been sleeping ever since they had come out of the jungle the preceding afternoon, and by now their bodies had stiffened and become painfulSome of them had missed a meal that morning but they were not hungryThe rigors of the patrol had left them depleted in many waysThey drowsed for hours on the return trip, awaking only to lie in their bunks and stare out at the sky above the open boatThe craft pitched and yawed, spray washed over the sides and the bow ramp, but they barely noticedThe sound of the motors was pleasant, reassuringThe events of the patrol had receded already, become a diffused wry compound of indistinct memories By afternoon most of them were awakeThey were still terribly fatigued but they could not sleep any longerTheir bodies ached and they felt no desire to walk about the narrow confines of the troop well, but still they were subtly restlessThe patrol was over and yet they had so little to anticipate