If Lesniewski hadn't hollered, "Grenade" and I had enough sense to know that that's that grenade that hit my rifle and is right in front of my face, practically I'd have either had my head blown off or I'd have definitely been blinded.
Si él no hubiera gritado "! Granada!" y yo no hubiera adivinado que lo era habría chocado con mi fusil, frente a mi cara y me hubiera volado la cabeza o me hubiera quedado ciego.