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That tall,
straight body, cast in his own mold, but young, only ready to live,
that was to be cast into the crucible of war, to come out - God
alone knew how. And not his boy only, but millions of other boys.
Yet - better to break the body than ruin the soul.
"How is mother taking it?"
Natalie's voice came through the door. She was insisting that the
house be kept quiet the next morning. She wanted to sleep late.
Clayton caught the boy's eyes on him, and a half smile on his face.
"Does she know?"
"Yes."
"She isn't taking it very hard, is she?" Then his voice changed.
"I wish you'd talk to her, father. She's - well, she's got me!
You see, I promised her not to go in without her consent."
"When did you do that?"
"The night we broke with Germany in February. I was a fool, but
she was crying, and I didn't know what else to do. And" - there was
a ring of desperation in his voice - "she's holding me to it. I've
been to her over and over again."
"And you want to go?"
"Want to go! I've got to go.


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