Beware the Dog : Roald Dahl [3 of 32]

• He glanced down again at his right leg. There was not much of it left. The cannon shell had taken him on the thigh, just above the knee,
• and now there was nothing but a great mess and a lot of blood. But there was no pain. When he looked down,
• he felt as though he were seeing something that did not belong to him. It had nothing to do with him.
• It was just a mess which happened to be there in the cockpit; something strange and unusual and rather interesting.
• It was like finding a dead cat on the sofa. He really felt fine, and because he still felt fine, he felt excited and unafraid.
• I won't even bother to call up on the radio for the blood wagon, he thought. It isn't necessary.