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"
That
’
s
different
.
This
western
-
front
business
couldn
’
t
be
done
again
,
not
for
a
long
time
.
The
young
men
think
they
could
do
it
but
they
couldn
’
t
.
They
could
fight
the
first
Marne
again
but
not
this
.
This
took
religion
and
years
of
plenty
and
tremendous
sureties
and
the
exact
relation
that
existed
between
the
classes
.
The
Russians
and
Italians
weren
’
t
any
good
on
this
front
.
You
had
to
have
a
whole
-
souled
sentimental
equipment
going
back
further
than
you
could
remember
.
You
had
to
remember
Christmas
,
and
postcards
of
the
Crown
Prince
and
his
fiancée
,
and
little
cafés
in
Valence
and
beer
gardens
in
Unter
den
Linden
and
weddings
at
the
mairie
,
and
going
to
the
Derby
,
and
your
grandfather
’
s
whiskers
.
"
"
General
Grant
invented
this
kind
of
battle
at
Petersburg
in
sixty
-
five
.
"
"
No
,
he
didn
’
t
—
he
just
invented
mass
butchery
.
This
kind
of
battle
was
invented
by
Lewis
Carroll
and
Jules
Verne
and
whoever
wrote
Undine
,
and
country
deacons
bowling
and
marraines
in
Marseilles
and
girls
seduced
in
the
back
lanes
of
Wurtemburg
and
Westphalia
.
Why
,
this
was
a
love
battle
—
there
was
a
century
of
middle
-
class
love
spent
here
.
This
was
the
last
love
battle
.
"
"
You
want
to
hand
over
this
battle
to
D
.
H
.
Lawrence
,
"
said
Abe
.
"
All
my
beautiful
lovely
safe
world
blew
itself
up
here
with
a
great
gust
of
high
explosive
love
,
"
Dick
mourned
persistently
.
"
Isn
’
t
that
true
,
Rosemary
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
,
"
she
answered
with
a
grave
face
.
"
You
know
everything
.
"
They
dropped
behind
the
others
.
Suddenly
a
shower
of
earth
gobs
and
pebbles
came
down
on
them
and
Abe
yelled
from
the
next
traverse
:
"
The
war
spirit
’
s
getting
into
me
again
.
I
have
a
hundred
years
of
Ohio
love
behind
me
and
I
’
m
going
to
bomb
out
this
trench
.
"
His
head
popped
up
over
the
embankment
.
"
You
’
re
dead
—
don
’
t
you
know
the
rules
?
That
was
a
grenade
.
"
Rosemary
laughed
and
Dick
picked
up
a
retaliatory
handful
of
stones
and
then
put
them
down
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
kid
here
,
"
he
said
rather
apologetically
.
"
The
silver
cord
is
cut
and
the
golden
bowl
is
broken
and
all
that
,
but
an
old
romantic
like
me
can
’
t
do
anything
about
it
.
"
