leaving it on the window ledge, he caught hold of the ledge with both hands, pinning the grenade against the ledge and trapping it there safely with his hands and forearms. He wanted to be sure that the grenade couldn't roll off the ledge and fall back in the room. He could just manage to wriggle his head-his whole head, thank God-below the window ledge. He clung there for less than a second. Then the grenade detonated; it made a shattering 'crack!'- like lightning when it strikes too close to you. There was a high-velocity projection of fragments-the fragmentation is usually distributed in a uniform pattern (this is what Major Rawls explained to me, later), but the cement window ledge prevented any fragments from reaching me or the children. What hit us was all the stuff that ricocheted off the ceiling- there was a sharp, stinging hail that rattled like BB's around the room, and all the chips of cement and tile, and the plaster debris, fell down upon us. The window was blown out, and there was an instant, acrid, burning stink. Major Rawls, who had just killed Dick, flung the door open and jammed a mop handle into the hinge assembly-to keep the door open. We needed the air. The children were holding their ears and crying; some of them were bleeding from their ears-that was when I noticed that my ears were bleeding, too, and that I couldn't actually hear anything. I knew-from their faces-that the children were crying, and I knew from looking at Major Rawls that he was trying to tell me to do something. What does he want me to do? I wondered, listening to the pain in my ears. Then the nuns were moving among the children-all the children were moving, thank God; they were more than moving, they were grasping each other, they were tugging the habits of the nuns, and they were pointing to the torn-apart ceiling of the coffin-shaped room, and the smoking black hole above the window ledge.
Major Rawls was shaking me by my shoulders; I tried to read die major's lips because I still couldn't hear him. The children were looking all around; they were pointing up and down and everywhere. I began to look around with them. Now the nuns were also looking. Then my ears cleared; there was a popping or a ripping sound, as if my ears were late in echoing die explosion, and then the children's voices were jabbering, and I heard what Major Rawls was screaming at me while he shook me.
'Where is he? Where is Owen?' Major Rawls was screaming. I looked up at the black hole, where I'd last seen him clinging. One of the children was staring into the vast sink; one of the nuns looked into die sink, too-she crossed herself, and Major Rawls and I moved quickly to assist her. But die nun didn't need our help; Owen was so light, even die nun could lift him. She picked him up, out of die sink, as she might have picked up one of die children; then she didn't know what to do with him. Another nun kneeled in die bomb litter on die floor; she settled back on her haunches and spread her habit smoodily across her thighs, and die nun who held Owen in her arms rested his head in die lap of die sister who'd thus arranged herself on die floor. The diird and fourth nuns tried to calm die children-to make diem move away from him-but die children crowded around Owen; they were all crying.
'DOONG SA-DON'T BE AFRAID,' he told them, and they stopped crying. The girl orphans had gathered hi die doorway. Major Rawls removed his necktie and tried to apply a tourniquet-just above die elbow of one of Owen's arms. I removed Owen's tie and tried to apply a tourniquet-in the same fashion-to his other arm. Both of Owen Meany's arms were missing-they were severed just below his elbows, perhaps three quarters of die way up his forearms; but he'd not begun to bleed too badly, not yet. A doctor told me later that-in the first moments-die arteries in his arms would have gone into spasm; he was bleeding, but not as much as you might expect from such a violent amputation. The tissue that hung from die stumps of his arms was as filmy and delicate as gossamer-as fine and intricate as old lace. Nowhere else was he injured. Then his arms began to bleed more; the tighter Major Rawls and I applied our tourniquets, die more Owen bled.
'Go get someone,' the major told one of the nuns.
'NOW I KNOW WHY YOU HAD TO BE HERE,' Owen said to me. 'DO YOU SEE WHY?' he asked me.
'Yes,' I said.
'REMEMBER ALL OUR PRACTICING?' he asked me.
'I remember,' I said. Owen tried to raise his hands; he tried to reach out to me with his arms-I think he wanted to touch me. That was when he realized that his arms were gone. He didn't seem surprised by the discovery.
'REMEMBER WATAHANTOWET?' he asked me.
'I remember,' I said. Then he smiled at the 'penguin' who was trying to make him comfortable in her lap; her wimple was covered with his blood, and she had wrapped as much of her habit around him as she could manage-because he was shivering.
' '. . . WHOSOEVER LIVETH AND BELIEVETH IN ME SHALL NEVER DIE,' ' Owen said to her. The nun nodded in agreement; she made the sign of the cross over him. Then Owen smiled at Major Rawls. 'PLEASE SEE TO IT THAT I GET SOME KIND OF MEDAL FOR THIS,' he asked the major, who bowed his head-and cranked his tourniquet tighter. There was only the briefest moment, when Owen looked stricken-something deeper and darker than pain crossed over his face, and he said to the nun who held him: 'I'M AWFULLY COLD, SISTER-CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING?' Then whatever had troubled him passed over him completely, and he smiled again-he looked at us all with his old, infuriating smile. Then he looked only at me. 'YOU'RE GETTING SMALLER, BUT I CAN STILL SEE YOU!' said Owen Meany. Then he left us; he was gone. I could tell by his almost cheerful expression that he was at least as high as the palm trees. Major Rawls saw to it that Owen Meany got a medal. I was asked to make an eyewitness report, but Major Rawls was instrumental in pushing the proper paperwork through the military chain of command. Owen Meany was awarded the so-called Soldier's Medal: 'For heroism that involves the voluntary risk of life under conditions other than those of conflict with an opposing
