"Uh-- no." Probably not. Who the hell has earplugs while you're in a war? He'd kill for fruit, or clothes that aren't worn through, or even a proper bar of soap, never mind earplugs. "Might be able to stuff some cotton in your ears, though, if you need be."

Torso exposed, Thomas begins to work-- dabbing at the man's cuts and bruises, wincing as he does. The Germans really have worked him over.