A soldier dies in his arms

In the dark there was a, a jeep and they were pulling a 6-pounder anti-tank weapon behind them. There were two people in the jeep, now I learnt this later because I couldn't see them, but I knew that I could see the outlines of the jeep and I knew that there was an anti-tank gun going by me. The tank flew up, or the anti-tank gun flew up into the air, I don't know whether it was in pieces or not, there a pretty hardy thing anyway, but the jeep went up into the air in bits and pieces. And after everything settled I heard this voice, "Help me, help." So I moved, felt my way across to the other side through the debris and I found the fellow who was in the, in the ditch. I got down beside him and I felt him over because I say in the dark and he says "My legs, my legs", and I recognized who it was, he was a sergeant in the anti-tank platoon and he says "My legs", and I reached down - no legs - couldn't feel any legs and about this time I could hear the the running of liquid (spew, spew), blood, the man had bleeding terrific, and he's chopped off at the waist. I had him in my arms when I realized what was happening so in my pouch right on top, usually, I carried Syrettes, all senior NCO's had them, of morphine, three little tubes and a needle, and I'm trying to get one of these to ease his pain and the situation he was in. I couldn't find them and that man died right in my arms, bleeding all over me. He died from the sergeant he was, I guess he was about 34 years old, I, I, I think so anyway, and he lived his life backwards he went right back to a babied arms and when he died he wimpered just like a baby and he passed away. I left him and by this time of course the, the medics came up, stretcher bearers and everything, and I passed the man over to them. What they did with him after that I don't know, but I had a job to do so away I went. We moved on then.