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A
thousand
kisses
to
my
baby
,
YOUR
MOTHER
I
understood
,
all
right
--
and
if
Father
could
not
cry
,
I
could
.
I
did
.
And
at
last
I
got
to
sleep
...
and
was
awakened
at
once
by
an
alert
.
We
bounced
out
to
the
bombing
range
,
the
whole
regiment
,
and
ran
through
a
simulated
exercise
,
without
ammo
.
We
were
wearing
full
unarmored
kit
otherwise
,
including
ear-plug
receivers
,
and
we
had
no
more
than
extended
when
the
word
came
to
freeze
.
We
held
that
freeze
for
at
least
an
hour
--
and
I
mean
we
held
it
,
barely
breathing
.
A
mouse
tiptoeing
past
would
have
sounded
noisy
.
Something
did
go
past
and
ran
right
over
me
,
a
coyote
I
think
.
I
never
twitched
.
We
got
awfully
cold
holding
that
freeze
,
but
I
did
n't
care
;
I
knew
it
was
my
last
.
I
did
n't
even
hear
reveille
the
next
morning
;
for
the
first
time
in
weeks
I
had
to
be
whacked
out
of
my
sack
and
barely
made
formation
for
morning
jerks
.
There
was
no
point
in
trying
to
resign
before
breakfast
anyhow
,
since
I
had
to
see
Zim
as
the
first
step
.
But
he
was
n't
at
breakfast
.
I
did
ask
Bronski
's
permission
to
see
the
C.
C.
and
he
said
,
"
Sure
.
Help
yourself
,
"
and
did
n't
ask
me
why
.
But
you
ca
n't
see
a
man
who
is
n't
there
.
We
started
a
route
march
after
breakfast
and
I
still
had
n't
laid
eyes
on
him
.
It
was
an
out-and-back
,
with
lunch
fetched
out
to
us
by
copter
--
an
unexpected
luxury
,
since
failure
to
issue
field
rations
before
marching
usually
meant
practice
starvation
except
for
whatever
you
had
cached
...
and
I
had
n't
;
too
much
on
my
mind
.
Sergeant
Zim
came
out
with
the
rations
and
he
held
mail
call
in
the
field
--
which
was
not
an
unexpected
luxury
.
I
'll
say
this
for
the
M.
I.
;
they
might
chop
off
your
food
,
water
,
sleep
,
or
anything
else
,
without
warning
,
but
they
never
held
up
a
person
's
mail
a
minute
longer
than
circumstances
required
.
That
was
yours
,
and
they
got
it
to
you
by
the
first
transportation
available
and
you
could
read
it
at
your
earliest
break
,
even
on
maneuvers
.
This
had
n't
been
too
important
for
me
,
as
(
aside
from
a
couple
of
letters
from
Carl
)
I
had
n't
had
anything
but
junk
mail
until
Mother
wrote
to
me
.
I
did
n't
even
gather
around
when
Zim
handed
it
out
;
I
figured
now
on
not
speaking
to
him
until
we
got
in
--
no
point
in
giving
him
reason
to
notice
me
until
we
were
actually
in
reach
of
headquarters
.
So
I
was
surprised
when
he
called
my
name
and
held
up
a
letter
.
I
bounced
over
and
took
it
.
And
was
surprised
again
--
it
was
from
Mr.
Dubois
,
my
high
school
instructor
in
History
and
Moral
Philosophy
.
I
would
sooner
have
expected
a
letter
from
Santa
Claus
