![]() ![]() looking out across the quiet battlefield. The yellow cloud was noticed first by Christy Moran because he was standing on the fire-step with his less than handy mirror arrangement. Some men wrote a letter as formal as a bishop, some tried to write the inside of their heads, like that young Willie Dunne. ![]() ![]() God help them, they were funny enough efforts sometimes. They didn't mean to make them sad, which gave their efforts to be manly and cheerful a melancholy tinge. He thought it might break a man's heart to read them sometimes there was something awfully sad about some of the soldiers' letters. Captain Pasley, of course, was obliged to read all the letters the men sent home, and he did, word for blessed word. Every last thing that came in and every last thing that went out was accounted for. It was a yellow world.Ĭaptain Pasley was in his new dugout writing his forms. There were millions of caterpillars, the same yellow as the flowers. There was a yellow flower everywhere with a hundred tiny blooms on it. It was the essential illusion bestowed on them by full stomachs.Ī breeze had pushed through the tall grasses all day. As usual after they had eaten, they were beginning to look at each other and think this St Julian wasn't the worst place they'd been in. Everyone had had a lash of tea, and there was a lot of farting going on after the big yellow beans that had come up around twelve. What day oftentimes it was, Willie would forget. The poor human mind played queer tricks, and you could forget even your name betimes, and even the point of being there, aside enduring the unstoppable blather of the guns. ![]() They did all that and then lurked in the perfected trench, getting muggy like old boxers. "That's fucking better now', said the sergeant-major religiously. The trench was soon looking fairly smart. The Algerians sang fine, strange songs most of the day, and at night now he could hear them laughing and talking in a sort of endless excitement. The Algerians were just over to his right. He loves his family, his girl, and his comrades at that tender age when life is all first times. OL21490728W Page_number_confidence 87.75 Pages 206 Pdf_module_version 0.0.18 Ppi 360 Rcs_key 24143 Republisher_date 20220527004739 Republisher_operator Republisher_time 302 Scandate 20220525014231 Scanner Scanningcenter cebu Scribe3_search_catalog isbn Scribe3_search_id 9781926920795 Tts_version 5.Oh, Willie Dunn, a painfully earnest young man off to the trenches. Urn:oclc:record:797278511 Foldoutcount 0 Identifier longwayfromhome0000wals Identifier-ark ark:/13960/s28mp9xq19t Invoice 1652 Isbn 9781926920795ġ451780028 Ocr tesseract 5.0.0-1-g862e Ocr_detected_lang en Ocr_detected_lang_conf 1.0000 Ocr_detected_script Latin Ocr_detected_script_conf 1.0000 Ocr_module_version 0.0.15 Ocr_parameters -l eng Old_pallet IA-NS-1200435 Openlibrary_edition Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 22:12:14 Associated-names Cole, Kathryn Autocrop_version 0.0.13_books-20220331-0.2 Bookplateleaf 0004 Boxid IA40516104 Camera Sony Alpha-A6300 (Control) Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier ![]()
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