In richard connell's short story "the most dangerous game," the main character, sanger rainsford, is a former war hero. which sentence from this excerpt hints at his time serving in the war?
he had not been entirely clearheaded when the chateau gates snapped shut behind him. his whole idea at first was to put distance between himself and general zaroff; and, to this end, he had plunged along, spurred on by the sharp rowers of something very like panic. now he had got a grip on himself, had stopped, and was taking stock of himself and the situation. he saw that straight flight was futile; inevitably it would bring him face to face with the sea. he was in a picture with a frame of water, and his operations, clearly, must take place within that frame.
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rainsford had dug himself in in france when a second's delay meant death. that had been a placid pastime compared to his digging now. the pit grew deeper; when it was above his shoulders, he climbed out and from some hard saplings cut stakes and sharpened them to a fine point. these stakes he planted in the bottom of the pit with the points sticking up. with flying fingers he wove a rough carpet of weeds and branches and with it he covered the mouth of the pit. then, wet with sweat and aching with tiredness, he crouched behind the stump of a lightning-charred tree.

Read the selection below and answer the question. an open boat by alfred noyes o, what is that whimpering there in the darkness? 

 'let him lie in my arms. he is breathing, i know.
 look. i'll wrap all my hair round his neck' – the sea's rising,
 the boat must be lightened. he's dead. he must go.' 


 see - quick - by that flash, where the bitter foam tosses, 
 the cloud of white faces, in the black open boat, 
 and the wild pleading woman that clasps her dead lover 
 and wraps her loose hair round his breast and his throat.
 'come, lady, he's dead.' - 'no, i feel his heart beating,
 he's living, i know. but he's numbed with the cold. 
 see, i'm wrapping my hair all around him to warm him.' -
- 'no. we can't keep the dead, dear. come, loosen your hold.

 'come. loosen your fingers.' - 'o god, let me keep him! ' -
 o, hide it, black night! let the winds have their way! 
 and there are no voices or ghosts from that darkness, 
 to fret the bare seas at the breaking of day. the rhyme scheme of "an open boat" is abcb abab abba aabc

18 points so for my assignment there need to be like conflict and stuff but i don't know where i am going with this. can somebody me out? and it needs to be turned in by 12.ring ring, ring ring… “dr. watson, hi. i have run out of blueberries at my berry shop! may you pick some up on your way here? remember, not the ones by the big pine. the ones by the creek.” “of course, sherlock! i’m on my way right now. see you soon! ” said dr. watson. beep. dr. watson always wants to impress sherlock so he made sure to leave right away to have enough time to pick through all the berries and find the best ones. it was about a 4-hour walk from dr. watson’s cottage to the berry shop, so he made sure not get distracted. about 2 hours into his walk, he started approaching the berries. however, these were the ones by the big pine that did not look very appetizing. the blueberries were so small, you could taste the sourness through your teeth. most of them weren’t even ripe yet. straight green. dr. watson turned away with his sour face and headed toward the creek. there, he saw the most beautiful berries. plump and juicy, dark blue, and so big, you could almost compare them to some grapes! as dr. watson went to pick the first berry, sherlock called. “hi! just checking in. how is it going? we have a few people who put in orders for blueberries. they will be picking them up tomorrow morning and we still need to get the blueberries through the sanitizing process.” “yes, i am going as fast as i can. i will be there soon! ”

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