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Updated: May 14, 2025
"Yes, we all prefer army biscuits!" "We wouldn't touch a home dinner!" Stransky, his eyes drawing inward in their characteristic slant, was well pleased with his company, and the scattered exclamatory badinage kept on until it was interrupted by the arrival of the mail. Partow and Lanstron, understanding their machine as human in its elements, had chosen that the army should hear from home.
You're a patriot!" "More politics, when I'm simply full of cussedness!" grumbled Stransky. "Not having any home, I'm fighting to save the other fellows' homes, principally because I was married this morning by a shrapnel-shell to a lady that understands me perfectly. Say, shall we give them a few?" he asked with a squint down the bridge of his nose as he took up his rifle.
"But I judge you ask if I am coming with you. No. I have to stay to look after my garden. It has been sadly damaged, I fear." "That's right of course you're deaf!" agreed Stransky, well knowing the contrary. "I'll be lonely without you, pal. It was love at first sight with me!" "And with me!" Feller whispered.
The instant that Eugene Aronson sprang over the white post a blast from Dellarme's whistle began the war. It was a signal, too, for Stransky to play the part he had planned; to make the speech of his life. His six feet of stature shot to its feet with a Jack-in-the-box abruptness, under the impulse of a mighty and reckless passion. "Men, stop firing!" he cried thunderously.
"As we want to keep saying as we want to keep fighting our damnedest to make sure they won't," Tom explained. "Yes, that's it!" declared a chorus. "That's it, no matter what we pay!" declared Stransky. "We're not going back there except in hearses!" He swung his hand in a semicircle toward the distant hills, gold and purple in their dying foliage under the autumn sunlight.
"Fire away, Stransky! It's hours since you made a speech!" chirruped a voice. "Look out, Bert, the sergeant's coming!" another voice warned the orator. The state of mind of the 53d was that of all the regiments of the Browns with their faces toward the white posts, quiet, thoughtful, and grave; for they had not to arouse ardor for the aggressive.
While the engineers hastened to repair the breach he assisted Stransky, who had also been knocked down by the concussion, to lift the overturned automatic off the gunner. The doctor, putting a hand on the gunner's heart, shook his head, and two hospital-corps men removed the body to make room for the engineers.
That bronze cross was further away than ever for him, while Stransky shook the trophy of a captured rifle aloft, a torn sleeve revealing the weaving muscles of his powerful arm. "I thought so!" cried Feller. "Attacks on frontal positions by daylight are going out of fashion!" It was he who mercifully arrested the shower of hand-grenades that followed the exit of the enemy.
"You heard what he said, sir?" "The latter part enough!" "It's incitation to mutiny! An example!" "Yes, put him under arrest." The sergeant still held fast to the collar of Stransky's blouse. Stransky could have shaken himself free, as a mastiff frees himself from a puppy, but this was resistance to arrest and he had not yet made up his mind to go that far.
At any moment he expected to hear a cheer from the knoll, and what would follow the cheer he knew only too well. Yet he tarried with Stransky out of one man's impulse not to desert another in danger. At the same time he was wroth with the old man for having made such a nuisance of himself. "What are you waiting for?" Stransky demanded of Dellarme.
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