The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1929-08-27

III III. .s s:s blank yea VT
ing in the dark. But there it was, he was
drunk
He down the ground As the minutes went BY he sank
lower the depth of and despair He struggled
against it all. he lifted his hands to heaven
of setting off for the outpost at run to d demo himself He got
were already on the tip of his tongue
Sergeant I'm just dirty swob"
it. touched it. it, frantic efforts
life his He tried to set knees,
facing But already stiff reerunk
THEN loudly STILL struck with the sudden
thought that he would Adele He took her photo
m % @ I the THAT
himself Then he impeuousy cursed the who was to blame
him drunk Then he stopped cursin and quietly began
The next thought surged him. attack of
away body ground pierced
empied bood-red pool dripped forth
again, he away, back, round in
creature, that nothing-no, nothing could
o The whitening dust Of the sky shone terribly
bright identity his wrist "Butore Adph
1905 Then unendng udder ran through the very depths of
the last time, again he saw his house. bereft
THE clearer long lines of trees descended the slope
towards the accursed place.
Then with the finger of day pointing space
his fullest height immensely tall,
and stood STILL Soon bullet came whack onto the cloth Of his
gave umph! and fell his then
onto his back
was -. '''00NH 'N "Nf N' Wv
One of the wounded lively busy
stopping about his old slippers the floor Passing
kitchen with the tin Dishes he that Buores
eyes opening; he went to him and said:
you're blinking bit Shows you're better You know,
with the Military Medal Angling at the foot of
afraid of buz off, they
Brighter For that I'm dressed Frenche what
off to the Lending
staff seeing only of Oh, know could do
liked; this world
get!"
He went off to sleep again, unable to understand
ALONG story like that couldn't penetrate all once up lodging
his brain quick all that! Gradually bit by Bit that night
morning and dazzling fact
changing the look of the world and this cosmic uheava found voice
in him in these laconic words:
"a swob was and now Pm hero"
hero! Beans Life returned to him in bliss Each thing turned
delightful face offered In his these mortal
roundings of wore their Sunday best
He felt there need to tell his about the
who gentle sister the brotherhood
played the hero and couldn't help feeling just bit proud
tragedy simple
thinking his
slowly All these things together had fatal effect
And night looking the asphalt garden of the orsp"
after thoughts his house and Adele bless he didn't think
the fellow whose head he had messed lying there
wide threshed with shell fire. rotng day.
night night while he basng glory
And it that he began mung to himself "That Brighter
might have been Frenchman! y
HONEST prey things greater themselves
which have remarkable thwartng them Poor Butor
use Names such German Frencan and the various
definitions herosm became words uterng in the air above
solid faand that the body of lowbeng owning like
him. heart like him and Others BRAIN that he had with his
and touched with his hand.
So this that before his bodily repairs
Buore made this observation:
"Me the hero-Im dirty swob."
This discovery kept confidential but he punished himself
taking not drink again. since drunkenness had aided and
squad being patched up renewed
and ecoored in the South his comrades offered him drink
Thanks lads shan't thirsty any MORE" he said nd
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