Sublime

The boy was as beautiful as Eve.

The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likable. In three days no one could stand him.

He wrote Forrest Ashby that he was thinking of moving to Canada to be a high school teacher.

Every one imagines that fear and anger, violence and desire, rage laced with the surprise capacity to forgive—character—is all that matters in the end.

Three years had taught the sergeant that war was more apt to bring out men’s worst qualities than their finest, but it did occasionally strike little sparks of decency from unlikely flints. Lieutenant Ramos was doing his best.

“Bleed! Tup, thrup, fo!” chanted the troops. “Die! Tup, thrup, fo! Doooooooooommmmmmmmmm.”

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