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Somewhere in my consciousness, a mild triumph hovered, because it was over, finally it was over, and I had pushed out the baby. So animalistic, so violent—the push and pressure, the blood, the doctor urging me, the cranking and stretching of flesh and organ and bone. At the final push, I thought that here in this delivery room we are reduced, briefly and brutishly, to the animals we truly are.
"Are you still writing your book, sah?"
"No."
""The World Was Silent When We Died." It is a good title."
"Yes, it is. It came from something Colonel Madu said once." Richard paused. "The war isn't my story to tell, really."
Ugwu nodded. He had never thought that it was.
""The World Was Silent When We Died." It is a good title."
"Yes, it is. It came from something Colonel Madu said once." Richard paused. "The war isn't my story to tell, really."
Ugwu nodded. He had never thought that it was.
