The five Germans (two teenagers, two old men, and one middle-aged corporal) and dog were "mopping up." Three bangs rang out; the scouts had been shot from behind. The Germans searched Billy (found nothing) and Weary (found a ton of stuff they divvied up). Weary, forced to trade footgear with one of the teenagers, gave up his combat boots and put on clogs. They were brought to a cabin with other Americans. Billy fell asleep on a wounded captain's soldier and unstuck in time to his optometry practice. He had fallen asleep while examining a patient. When he woke up, a German was kicking his feet. A photographer wanted to take pictures of Billy and Weary to show how poorly equipped the Americans were. Billy time traveled to driving his Cadillac in 1967 in Ilium's black ghetto. Then he drove through greater desolation-his childhood neighborhood was turning into high rises. He drove to the Lions Club to hear a Marine major speak for increased bombings in Vietnam. In Billy's office, he had a framed prayer: "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom always to tell the difference." Billy could not the past, present or future. He went home for a doctor-prescribed nap because he found himself weeping a lot. He was rich-five optometrists working for him, owned a fifth of a new Holiday Inn and half of three Tastee Freeze (the pleasure of ice cream without the stiffness and bitter coldness) stands. That day his wife Valencia was helping Barbara pick out silverware and crystal patterns. So he lay alone in bed and turned on a vibrator called "Magic Fingers." He didn't get up to answer the door when a crippled man rang his doorbell to sell magazine subscriptions that wouldn't come. Then he was back in Luxembourg in WWII again bobbing up and down as he marched with the river of humiliated Americans. He kept bumping into Weary as he looked at the killing machines and corpses. When they arrived in Germany, they went to a railroad yard. A colonel with double pneumonia cried out, "It's me boys! It's Wild Bob." Of his 4500 men, the only one to survive was Weary, and he didn't care. Billy and Weary were placed in separate boxcars. A hobo next to Billy told him this wasn't so bad while Wild Bob died in the next boxcar. Billy's train, striped orange and black to indicate war prisoners, did not move for two days. Everything came in and out through the ventilators. What food came, they shared. They took turns sleeping and standing. And Billy became unstuck again.
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