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As the Americans were waiting to move on, an altercation broke out in their rear-most rank. An American had muttered something which a guard did not like. The guard knew English, and he hauled the American out of ranks, knocked him down. The American was astonished. He stood up shakily, spitting blood. He'd had two teeth knocked out. He had meant no harm by what he'd said, evidently, had no idea that the guard would hear and understand. "Why me?" he asked the guard. The guard shoved him back into ranks. "Vy you? Vy anybody?" he said.~Kurt VonnegutSource: Slaughterhouse-Five