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Chapter 13

           Theydroppedbehindtheothers.SuddenlyashowerofearthgobsandpebblescamedownonthemandAbeyelledfromthenexttraverse:

           "Thewarspirit’sgettingintomeagain.IhaveahundredyearsofOhiolovebehindmeandI’mgoingtobomboutthistrench."Hisheadpoppedupovertheembankment."You’redeaddon’tyouknowtherules?Thatwasagrenade."

           RosemarylaughedandDickpickeduparetaliatoryhandfulofstonesandthenputthemdown.

           "Icouldn’tkidhere,"hesaidratherapologetically."Thesilvercordiscutandthegoldenbowlisbrokenandallthat,butanoldromanticlikemecan’tdoanythingaboutit."

           "I’mromantictoo."

           Theycameoutoftheneatrestoredtrench,andfacedamemorialtotheNewfoundlanddead.ReadingtheinscriptionRosemaryburstintosuddentears.Likemostwomenshelikedtobetoldhowsheshouldfeel,andshelikedDick’stellingherwhichthingswereludicrousandwhichthingsweresad.Butmostofallshewantedhimtoknowhowshelovedhim,nowthatthefactwasupsettingeverything,nowthatshewaswalkingoverthebattlefieldinathrillingdream.

           AfterthattheygotintheircarandstartedbacktowardAmiens.Athinwarmrainwasfallingonthenewscrubbywoodsandunderbrushandtheypassedgreatfuneralpyresofsortedduds,shells,bombs,grenades,andequipment,helmets,bayonets,gunstocksandrottenleather,abandonedsixyearsintheground.Andsuddenlyaroundabendthewhitecapsofagreatseaofgraves.Dickaskedthechauffeurtostop.

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