The shooting war meant the horror of combat and the wild luck of survival. It meant knowing how it feels to cross a field toward the enemy, waiting for fire. Waiting for death. And Charley learned: This is how it's done.
When he entered the service he was a boy. When he came back he was different. He was only nineteen, but he was a man said to have "soldier's heart". Less
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