They shone so vibrant and bright that for a moment he lost himself in them, while all the world was hushed, run for cover, or huddled beside him in the foxhole. But Ottel wanted to talk. Jacob was learning that Ottel always wanted to talk, though he was scared out of his wits that the slightest sound might call attention to them. He imagined rifles pointing at him, from every direction, fairly bristling from the trees. Jacob wanted to scream at Ottel to be quiet, but Ottel seemed to feel the need to fill the empty, lonesome night with sound.
Good conversation seems to make the apprehensive times go by just a little bit faster.
If you say so, Ottel. Oh yes, I most definitely think so. Discussion brings the light of day to men hiding in a burrow like animals. It gives them their humanity back. Yes, I think that would do the trick, O Neal grinned tight lipped.