Your last letter was swell but Iaint had one
since.
If our brothers are oppressed, then we are
oppressed. Just a few of the skills and services thatgo to the making of an army.
Otherwise, its rather like anyexecutive office.
Well, weve gota job to do and I guess we mean to do
it. Yeah,were fine and the folks are swell here. But Liberty grows likegrass in the
hearts of the common people, from the blood of theirmartyrs. Themen who passed it
had been through a long hard war to make theirfree state. I hide allday in the
foxholes under the bombings, and last out.
SARAH: I have a little bell my father gave
me.
He tasted one, and murmured foolishly, Scuse
me.
WIFE: He would bring peace, he would bring
brotherhoodAnd yet he will be mocked at in the street. PRAYERGod of the free, we
pledge our hearts and lives today to thecause of all free mankind. The faster youcan
get the wounded out, the better chance theyve got. Thewhisky would certainly be in
that other lil sawed-off glass. With a smirk of self-admirationhe sucked in the raw
Bourbon.
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SARAH: I have a little bell my father gave me.
VOICE: Get into the gutter, you civilian swinel Dont you knowthe sidewalk is for
officers? My mother was a tin Lizzie and my father was a jackrabbit. Theres no
spur-jingling or table-pounding.
His legs moved by themselves,without
effort.
Fires a ninety-five pound shell nearly fifteen
miles. DISMAS: My pockets empty and my rags are bare. Always, first, there has been
the dream and the men who werewilling to die for it. VOICE: Get into the gutter, you
civilian swinel Dont you knowthe sidewalk is for officers? Theres bad news now, and
theres going to be bad news for quitea while.
It happened over one hundredand fifty years ago and
we won that one, didnt we?