Norwich bulletin., 1918-02-28
CHAPTER .xxTV-continued.

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 We needed no urging to get away | did not recognize any of the men on the firing squad even the officer | was stranger to me.
 The victum's relations and friends In Eighty will never kEow that he was executed; they will be under the impression that he died doing his bit for King and Country.
 In the public casualty lists his name Will appear under the caption Ac- cidentally Killed" or Dead" s The day after the execution I re- ceived orders to lepor. back to the line and to keep still tongue in my head
 Executions are part of the day S work but the part we hated most of all, think-certainly the saddest The British War Department isl thought by many people to be com posed of rigid regulations all wound around with red tape. But it has a heart, and one Of the evidences of this is the .consiaorate way in which ed to the relative CT the unfortunate man. They never know the, truth. He is listed in the hsg:;at;n as among the accidentally K@l.sii
 In the last ten years ! have several times read stories #. lssa2--1:lnss of towards changing in a. cassge to heroes. l used to |; 1g;a ut it. It seemed easy for sto,.y ,gf1iers but I said Men aren't made tlsat way" | But over, in France 1 learned once that the streak of yellow can turn all white. l picked up the story bit | by bit from the captain of the com 1 pany, the sentries who guarded the l poor fellow, as well as from my own l observations. At first I dic net rta iise | the whole of his story, but after week of investigation it stood out as 1 clear in my mind as the mountains of l my native West in the spring sum i shine. It impressed me so much that | wrote it alt down in rest hilIets on ! odd scraps of paper. The incidents are. as I say. every bit true; the feel 1 ings of the man are true-I kpow 1 from all I underwent in the fighting over in France. We will call him Albert Lloyd. That wasn't fhis name, but it will do.
 Albert Lloyd was what the world l terms a coward.
 In London they called him slack 1 CT.
 l His country had been at war nearly 1 eighteen months and still he was not
 in khaki.
 l He had no good reason for not en- listing, being alone in the world, hav- | ing been educated in an orphan asy- {, luri and there being ,ao ore depend
 ent upon him for support He had
 no good position to lose and there was l no sweetheart to tell him with her l lips to go while her eyes plea&Al for him to stay.
 Every time he saw recruiting ser-
 geant he'd sink around the corner l out of sight, with a terrible fear
 gnawing at his heart When passing the big recruiting posters and on his
 way to business and back he passed
 many. he would pull down his cap and look the other way. to get away I from that awful finger pointing at
 him. under the caption: Your King
 and Country Need You;" or the bor- ing eyes of Kitchener. which hurne
 into his very soul. causing him to lshudder. t | Then the Zeppelin raids-durine
 them he used to crouch in 9 corner
 of his boarding house cellar whim- pering like whipped puppy and call
 ing upon the Lord to protect him.
 Even his landlady despised him ; although she had to admit that he wa!
 good pay
 He very seldom read the papers
 but, one momentous morning the !. landlady put the morning paper a