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… have something to say about this act of real violence, committed by a real person, someone I had known as my … a glimpse of my uncle as he barged into the room, fists readied for my father who was charging toward him from … The trail is officially ranked “strenuous,” and at points it seems to go straight up. After awhile, I noticed …

… Poms and Plays. By W. B. Yeats. New York: The Macmillan Company. $1.75. The Collected Poems of A. H. Housman. New … And all seems evil until I Sleepless would lie down and die. But, as patrician as Yeats’ mind often is, it is also enduringly tough; and toughness in his case is a high …

… just whimper, would she live, would the baby live? She was compelled to see what might happen. The deep groans of the … young men sometimes ran against each other, the strain of bodies pushed to their limits, the pain, the exhaustion, the …  “Maybe the TV,” she says.  “Very good.” Franckline points the remote at the television. Two women and a man …

… was constantly under observation by the NVA, and we did not come or go without their knowing it. Mostly we stayed inside … scout, Mike Bylinoski, was hit in the head by shrapnel and died on the medevac chopper. The one time I went outside our … wounded or crippled, or get killed. I must tell you also that it embarrasses me to say some of these things. No …

… himself, for help, asking How long? What road? Will I die like this, choking on dust, coughing blood, shuffling my … names fade, one by one, into the dark beyond the window. 261-262 By Len Roberts …