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Pete
floats
on
the
way
of
the
old
colonel
.
Here
comes
Billy
Bibbit
,
the
way
Pete
come
by
.
They
're
all
filing
by
for
a
last
look
.
I
know
Billy
ca
n't
be
more
'n
a
few
feet
away
,
but
he
's
so
tiny
he
looks
like
he
's
a
mile
off
.
His
face
is
out
to
me
like
the
face
of
a
beggar
,
needing
so
much
more
'n
anybody
can
give
.
His
mouth
works
like
a
little
doll
's
mouth
.
"
And
even
when
I
pr-proposed
,
I
flubbed
it
.
I
said
'
Huh-honey
,
will
you
muh-muh-muh-muh-muh
...
'
till
the
girl
broke
out
l-laughing
.
"
Nurse
's
voice
,
I
ca
n't
see
where
it
comes
from
:
"
Your
mother
has
spoken
to
me
about
this
girl
,
Billy
.
Apparently
she
was
quite
a
bit
beneath
you
.
What
would
you
speculate
it
was
about
her
that
frightened
you
so
,
Billy
?
"
"
I
was
in
luh-love
with
her
.
"
I
ca
n't
do
nothing
for
you
either
,
Billy
.
You
know
that
.
None
of
us
can
.
You
got
to
understand
that
as
soon
as
a
man
goes
to
help
somebody
,
he
leaves
himself
wide
open
.
He
has
to
be
cagey
,
Billy
,
you
should
know
that
as
well
as
anyone
.
What
could
I
do
?
I
ca
n't
fix
your
stuttering
.
I
ca
n't
wipe
the
razorblade
scars
off
your
wrists
or
the
cigarette
burns
off
the
back
of
your
hands
.
I
ca
n't
give
you
a
new
mother
.
And
as
far
as
the
nurse
riding
you
like
this
,
rubbing
your
nose
in
your
weakness
till
what
little
dignity
you
got
left
is
gone
and
you
shrink
up
to
nothing
from
humiliation
,
I
ca
n't
do
anything
about
that
,
either
.
At
Anzio
,
I
saw
a
buddy
of
mine
tied
to
a
tree
fifty
yards
from
me
,
screaming
for
water
,
his
face
blistered
in
the
sun
.
They
wanted
me
to
try
to
go
out
and
help
him
.
They
'd
of
cut
me
in
half
from
that
farmhouse
over
there
.
Put
your
face
away
,
Billy
.
They
keep
filing
past
.
It
's
like
each
face
was
a
sign
like
one
of
those
"
I
'm
Blind
"
signs
the
dago
accordion
players
in
Portland
hung
around
their
necks
,
only
these
signs
say
"
I
'm
tired
"
or
"
I
'm
scared
"
or
"
I
'm
dying
of
a
bum
liver
"
or
"
I
'm
all
bound
up
with
machinery
and
people
pushing
me
alla
time
.
"
I
can
read
all
the
signs
,
it
do
n't
make
any
difference
how
little
the
print
gets
.
Some
of
the
faces
are
looking
around
at
one
another
and
could
read
the
other
fellow
's
if
they
would
,
but
what
's
the
sense
?
The
faces
blow
past
in
the
fog
like
confetti
.
