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I
knew
the
names
of
most
of
them
and
once
I
knew
the
men
—
no
different
then
from
the
rest
,
but
different
now
in
gold
.
For
a
brief
moment
I
wished
I
could
be
with
them
in
the
lower
files
,
Capt
.
E
.
A
.
Hawley
in
gold
,
the
slobs
and
malingerers
,
the
cowards
and
the
heroes
all
lumped
together
in
gold
.
Not
only
the
brave
get
killed
,
but
the
brave
have
a
better
chance
at
it
.
Fat
Willie
drove
up
and
parked
beside
the
monument
and
took
the
flag
from
the
seat
beside
him
.
"
Hi
,
Eth
,
"
he
said
.
He
shackled
the
brass
grommets
and
raised
the
flag
slowly
to
the
top
of
the
staff
,
where
it
slumped
limp
as
a
hanged
man
.
"
She
barely
made
it
,
"
Willie
said
,
pantinga
little
.
"
Look
at
her
.
Two
more
days
for
her
,
and
then
the
new
one
goes
up
.
"
"
The
fifty
-
star
?
"
"
You
bet
.
We
got
a
nylon
,
big
devil
,
twice
as
big
as
this
and
don
’
t
weigh
no
more
than
half
.
"
"
How
’
s
tricks
,
Willie
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
complain
—
but
I
do
.
This
glorious
Fourth
is
always
a
mess
.
Coming
on
a
Monday
,
there
’
ll
be
just
that
much
more
accidents
and
fights
and
drunks
—
out
-
of
-
town
drunks
.
Want
a
lift
up
to
the
store
?
"
"
Thanks
.
I
’
ve
got
to
stop
at
the
post
office
and
I
thought
I
’
d
get
a
cup
of
coffee
.
"
"
Okay
.
I
’
ll
ride
you
.
I
’
d
even
coffee
you
but
Stoney
’
s
mean
as
a
bull
bitch
.
"
"
What
’
s
his
problem
?
"
