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FRIDAY, AUG. 15, 1941

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giving me freedom. was to tell somebody. { For the last year or two I haven't slept a sound sleep. You see, I'm the one fellow who could have saved thousands of lives. I'm the guy who could have saved billions of dollars that are being spent now. I'm the guy who makes wars, believe it or not, and all because I'm a pacifist! The whole thing started back about 25 years ago. I was just a kid in college then, and had funny ideas. I was one of the many who really hated war. I read everything I could on peace, and contributed to everybody who asked for time or money te fight against war. I even went so far as to help organize a student movement (and was almost thrown out of school for starting a walk-out strike) for peace, But it was all no go. The world wanted to rear up on its hind legs and fight, and nobody could stor what was coming. Finally even our country got into ft, and I was one sick student when that happened, I can tell you. But then I began to see another gids of the problem. I heard of the atrocities and barbarity. And when I started of innocent people who had thought just as I did, and were being starved and worse for their ideals—then, slowly but surely, I began to see red.

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do what I could to help. | There wasn't much fuss when I enlisted, and I spent my time at! camp working quietly, but with a real purpose.

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some real damage. I did, too. At home I used to do a lot of squirrel shooting, and I know how to handle a gun. And | when you couple a good marksman's eye with a lot of zeal, something is bound to happen. Refore lonz I had a prety good recora—even had a little medal on a ribbon, for busting up & machine gun crew. I even got a sort of promotion, and was made a sniper, with a post of my own. = = =

ONE DAY in the early fall I got

a new post up on a hill, with aj;

clear look into the trench across No Man's Land. They had dug a wavering line, and one of the V's stuck out in front of me, about 80 yards away. I commanded & clear view into that V, and could see almost to {ts muddy bottom. Anybody sticking his nose into that V would have it shot off in quick time, I told myself. Like ducks in a shooting gallery. The sun was warm on my back, even through the mud that caked my. tuni¢, and I must have dozed off. I began to think of the stream at home, and imagined that the gun grip was the handle of a fishing rod. I could almost hear the ripple of water across mossy rocks. I suppose I was homesick. Something caught my eye, and I dreamily thought that it was sunlight flashing on a cool eddy in the stream. | It was sunlight all right, but] glinting on a coal scuttle helmet, not on peaceful water, My dreams came back to the mud of France, and I stretched myself warily, to make sure that there were no Kinks in my arms to spoil my aim. 2 = 2 THE POT-SHAPED HELMET bobbed up and down as its owner walked toward the V. As he

rounded the oN: I saw that he was a dirty look®g ljttle guy, lugging a box.

He must have liked the warmth of the sun, because he put his biscuit crate right on the sunny side of the V, squinted into the sun, and sat down. He pulled a book out of his jacket, and started to read. Every once in a while he'd squint up at the sun. For some reason, I didn't pull the Fascinated, I watched the vein §h his temple move, because

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decimal arithmetic.

he moved his lips as he read, like a boy in the third grade. My sights were on that stupid temple, but suddenly my gun stock felt cold on my cheek. The sun that the little guy had looked at was warming us both. We seemed to be alike somehow. He was probably like me, hating war in his heart, and sitting there wishing the whole business was over

and done with. It only took me a second to change compietely, back into the pacifist that I had been. What difference would it make, I thought, to shoot one more underfed private? The little guy looked harmless sitting there with his hook—it was a cinch that he would never win this war. Nor could I see how he could lose it either. Maybe he, too, had a little stream back in his own town. 8 8 =

ANYHOW, I DIDN'T shoot him. I did teach him a good lesson about sitting out in the open reading during a war, although that wasn't the last war lesson he learned. With one of the best shots I have ever made in my life, I shot the book out of his hands, and I'll never forget the look on his face as he kicked over his crate and rolled out of range. I saw a fist shake over the edge of the trench, but he was too scared to do anything else. He didn't even swear. Just shook his fist. And there you have my story. That's why people today are—oh, just read the newspapers. EveryHung Jou read there is on my consci . :

My company rushed that trench

that afternoon. We rummaged around a lot, but didn't find much. I did pick up that book, though. I never did find out what the book was about, but it’s enough to give me the jumps for the last few years. I have it right here beside me now. It's a muddy thing, with a bullet hole through it, but the important thing is the owner's name We inside the fly leaf—Adolf er.

TOMORROW: A story about the saddest, the happiest, little girl in the world. “Morning,” by George Martin,

(All events, names and characters in this story are fictitious.)

COMMANDS SHIFT AT CAMP. STEWART

CAMP STEWART, Ga, Aug. 15 (U. P)~Maj. Gen. William H, Wilson has relinquished command of this anti-aireraft center and after 43 years of soldiering today headed for hig Burlington, Vt, home where he will find more time for his wood working hobby while

awaiting formal retirement in December, Gen, Wilson, on his retiring, turned over command of Camp to Maj. Gen. Sanderiord Jarman

A native of Mt, Vernon, N. Y, Gen. Wilson began his military career 4S a private by volunteering on May 24, 1808, for service in the Spanish-American War. Gen. Jarman comes to Camp Stewars from where he was

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