The way people look when they do somedirty job they've been putting off, finally get it behind them. old-timer, never if it's about the weather--but for me the stormof July 21, 1998, will always be the storm. Eveline would try to cheer him up tel ing him that when the war was over he ought to write a book like Le Feu and real y tel the truth about it. The brasshats wouldnt let him go to France be-cause they said one night in the German trenches kid-ding with the Boche guncrew he'd pul ed the string on a Hun gun pointed at the heart of France .
He took a bandanna from his backpocket and wiped his cheeks. I cannot touch, because now I am the ghost. I can't go down. It's al on your Uncle Henry .
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