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"
No
,
I
’
m
trying
to
tell
you
.
I
’
d
never
known
any
hope
or
peacefulness
,
and
I
was
hungry
for
it
.
I
probably
knew
more
about
so
-
called
radical
movements
than
any
of
those
men
.
I
’
d
read
more
,
but
they
had
the
thing
I
wanted
,
and
they
’
d
got
it
by
working
.
"
Mac
said
sharply
,
"
Well
,
you
typed
a
few
letters
tonight
.
Do
you
feel
any
better
?
"
Jim
sat
down
again
.
"
I
liked
doing
it
,
Mac
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
why
.
It
seemed
a
good
thing
to
be
doing
.
It
seemed
to
have
some
meaning
.
Nothing
I
ever
did
before
had
any
meaning
.
It
was
all
just
a
mess
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
resented
the
fact
that
someone
profited
from
the
mess
,
but
I
did
hate
being
in
the
rat
-
cage
.
"
Mac
thrust
his
legs
out
straight
before
him
and
put
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
"
Well
,
"
he
said
,
"
if
work
will
keep
you
happy
,
you
’
ve
got
a
pretty
jolly
time
ahead
of
you
.
If
you
’
ll
learn
to
cut
stencils
and
run
a
mimeograph
I
can
almost
guarantee
you
twenty
hours
a
day
.
And
if
you
hate
the
profit
system
,
I
can
promise
you
,
Jim
,
you
won
’
t
get
a
damn
cent
for
it
.
"
His
voice
was
genial
.
Jim
said
,
"
Mac
,
you
’
re
the
boss
in
the
joint
back
there
,
aren
’
t
you
?
"
"
Me
?
No
,
I
tell
’
em
what
to
do
,
but
they
don
’
t
have
to
do
it
.
I
can
’
t
issue
any
orders
.
The
only
orders
that
really
stick
are
the
ones
that
come
down
after
a
vote
.
"
"
Well
,
anyway
,
you
’
ve
got
some
say
,
Mac
.
What
I
’
d
really
like
to
do
is
get
into
the
field
.
I
’
d
like
to
get
into
the
action
.
"
Mac
laughed
softly
.
"
You
want
punishment
,
don
’
t
you
?
Well
,
I
don
’
t
know
but
what
the
committee
’
ll
think
a
hell
of
a
lot
more
of
a
good
typist
.
You
’
ll
have
to
put
romance
off
for
a
while
—
the
noble
Party
assaulted
by
the
beast
of
Capitalism
.
"
Suddenly
his
tone
changed
and
he
turned
on
Jim
.
"
It
’
s
all
work
,
"
he
said
.
"
In
the
field
it
’
s
hard
work
and
dangerous
work
.
But
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
so
soft
at
the
joint
,
either
.
You
don
’
t
know
what
night
a
bunch
of
American
Legioners
all
full
of
whisky
and
drum
corps
music
may
come
down
and
beat
hell
out
of
you
.
I
’
ve
been
through
it
,
I
tell
you
.
There
’
s
no
veteran
like
the
man
who
got
drafted
into
the
army
and
served
six
months
in
a
training
camp
punching
a
bayonet
into
a
sack
of
sawdust
.
The
men
who
were
in
the
trenches
are
mostly
different
;
but
for
pure
incendiarism
and
brass
knuckle
patriotism
,
give
me
twenty
training
camp
ex
-
soldiers
.
Why
twenty
of
’
em
will
protect
their
country
from
five
kids
any
dark
night
when
they
can
get
a
little
whisky
.
Most
of
’
em
got
their
wound
stripes
because
they
were
too
drunk
to
go
to
a
prophylaxis
station
.
"
Jim
chuckled
.
"
You
don
’
t
like
soldiers
much
,
do
you
,
Mac
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
like
the
ex
-
soldiers
with
the
gold
hats
.
I
was
in
France
.
They
were
good
,
honest
,
stupid
cattle
.
They
didn
’
t
like
it
,
but
they
were
nice
guys
.
"
His
voice
sobered
down
.
Jim
saw
him
grin
quickly
in
embarrassment
.
"
I
got
hot
,
didn
’
t
I
,
Jim
?
I
’
ll
tell
you
why
.
Ten
of
the
brave
bastards
licked
me
one
night
.
