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Larger context for LACK in Corpus USbrown_UKbncw/US_brown.txt

  In the other a wristwatch with broken crystal wrapped in a dirty handkerchief.   One by one he tossed the objects aside.   He didn't smoke and could not light fires with a flintless lighter he had no use any longer for exact time, even had the watch been running.   Then there was no saying how many times the marine had blown his nose on the handkerchief.   Too bad the marine had no water.   From its holder he took his own canteen.   The cap was stuck and made a thin rusty squeaking as he applied pressure.   The marine's eyes opened, squeezed shut, then opened squinted in the glare.   So, alive.   Matsuo put the bottle to his own lips.   The marine reached up a hand.   Matsuo shook his head.   "None for you".   The marine blinked, soon dropping his hand.   lack >   Not only had he no canteen, but he lack ed even the belt to hang one on.     "You came well equipped to die".   Some odor made him lean over the man.   He sniffed and recognized it.   Sake.   So that had been his difficulty.   Drunk on sake, he must have wandered off from his bivouac.   The marine tried to roll on his right side, and moaned.   When he rolled on the left side, propping on his left elbow, Matsuo seized his hair and pulled him back over.   "Be a good turtle".   Awkwardly with one hand Matsuo got the cap back on the water bottle.   The smell of sake had freshened yesterday's events in his thoughts.