On a housetop close O'Connell Bridge, a Republican marksman lay viewing. Close to him lay his rifle and over his shoulders was thrown a couple of field glasses. His face was the substance of an understudy, thin and self-denying, …show more content…
The rifle clacked to the rooftop. The expert sharpshooter figured the commotion would wake the dead. He stooped to lift the rifle up. He couldn't lift it. His lower arm was dead. "I'm hit," he muttered.Dropping level onto the rooftop, he slithered back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the harmed right lower arm. The blood was overflowing through the sleeve of his jacket. There was no agony - only a stifled sensation, as though the arm had been cut off.
Rapidly he drew his blade from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of the parapet, and tore open the sleeve. There was a little opening where the projectile had entered. On the opposite side there was no gap. The projectile had held up in the bone. It more likely than not broke it. He twisted the arm beneath the injury. the arm twisted back effectively. He ground his teeth to conquer the agony.
At that point taking out his field dressing, he tore open the bundle with his blade. He broke the neck of the iodine container and let the unpleasant liquid trickle into the injury. A paroxysm of torment cleared through him. He put the cotton wadding over the injury and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the closures with his teeth.
At that point he lay still against the parapet, and, shutting his eyes, he tried of will to conquer the