In aplatoon there is no elbow-room for indifference; you must either love orhate. I have a feeling that my first taste of battle will not be withGermans, but with Private Ortheris...."And one letter was just a picture, a parody of the well-known picture ofthe bivouac below and the soldier's dream of return to his belovedabove.
I gave it a last tap, tried all the screws again, putone more drop of oil on the quartz rod, and sat myself in thesaddle. I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull... read more
