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Chapter Seven




IT was early morning. The fog of night had not yet lifted from the ground and it rolled in heavy gray mists across the earth. The men stood silently, uncomfortably, in the deep long trench that honeycombed the earth around them.

The new captain was talking. This morning as they had filed into the trenches they found out that they had all new officers. The old ones had been transferred and new officers had been assigned to them. "They're afraid we'd plug some of them in the back," Joe had said when they learned the news.

"Bunk," Rocco had answered. "These guys got experience in this business and they ain't taking any chances with amateurs."

It looked as if Rocco was right. The new captain was young —much younger than the previous one—but there was an air of quiet competence about him that was reassuring. His

 

 

young face was stolid, seamed with tired lines, and his deep-set brown eyes were continually alert. He seemed to see everything while apparently looking at nothing. His voice car­ried down the line; he didn't raise it or speak loudly, yet every man could hear him distinctly.

"My name is Saunders," he said, "and I'm an easy guy to get along with." His eyes looked down the line. Every man felt he was talking to him alone. "All you have to do to get along with me is to stay alive." He paused again and looked at them. "From here on, you forget everything you ever heard except what you learned to stay alive. I want men, not heroes. Men, not corpses.

"To stay alive you must remember a few simple things. One, keep your head down. By that I mean don't get curious and try to look over the top of the trench to see what the Heinies are doing. Lookouts will be posted for that job. Don't do it if it's not assigned to you. Two, keep your weapons clean and in good working order. The guy who lets his gun get fouled up is generally a corpse before he can get around to cleaning it again. Three, do what you're told and nothing else. What we tell you to do is designed with but one thought in mind: your safety or—as little risk as can be afforded."

He stopped talking and looked down the line again. "Do you understand me?" He waited for a reply. There was no answer. He smiled. "Follow those rules and we’ll all be on the same boat together going home. Don't follow those rules and you might make the same trip home, but you won't know it. Any questions?" he asked. There were none. He stood there for a few seconds looking at them; then he turned and walked to the edge of the trench.

Silently he placed his hands on a block of wood and raised himself cautiously toward the top of it. Slowly his head ap­peared over the top of the trench. There was a slight ping and a mound of dirt jumped into the air near his head as he quickly dropped back into the trench. He sprawled on his hands and knees for a moment before he rose and faced them. There was a strangely mocking light in his eyes as he spoke.

"See what I mean?" he asked.

The three of them formed a little triangle as they squatted on the ground at the bottom of the trench. Their hands held

 

 

little metal cups of coffee, and the steam from it rose in clouds up to their faces.

Rocco lifted his cup to his lips and took a long sip of the inky black fluid. He put it down with a sigh. "I hear talk we're goin' over in the mornin'," he said.

"Crap," Joe replied comfortably. "I been hearin' that ever since we got here, and that's more'n five weeks ago."

Johnny just grunted and drank his coffee.

"This ain't the crap," Rocco insisted. "If it was, why would they be pilin' all these guys in here every night? I think we might be about ready now."

Johnny thought it over. Rocco's statement added up. Every night since they arrived more men had been coming up. Last night was the first night no new arrivals had come. Maybe they had their quota and were ready to kick off.

"To hell with it," Joe said, finishing his coffee and putting the metal cup down. He loosened his belt and leaned com­fortably back against the wall of the trench and lit a cigarette.

A soldier came up to them. Rocco, looking up, saw it was the lieutenant and started to get up.

The officer stopped him with a gesture. He looked down at them. "Savold," he said talking to Rocco, "get your platoon in­spected. See that everything's in shape and let me know what you need by tonight."

"Yes sir," Rocco answered.

The officer walked away. Rocco got to his feet. "It's beginning to look like I was right," he said.

Johnny looked up at him. "Yeanh."

The officer came back. He seemed to be hurried. "Savold!" he called.

Rocco turned to him. "Yes, sir."

"Take over as acting sergeant," the officer said. "Johnson just got hurt. Got someone for corporal?"

"How about Edge here?" Rocco gestured with his hand.

The officer turned and looked at Johnny. After a moment he spoke. "All right. Edge, you're acting corporal." He turned back to Rocco. "Tell Edge what he has to do, then come down

 

 

to meet me at the captain's dugout." He turned on his heel and walked away rapidly.

Johnny turned to Rocco. "What did you go and do that for?" he asked.

"You can use the extra ten bucks a month, can't you?" Rocco grinned.

 

There was a puddle of water at the bottom of the shell hole and they clung to its side to keep from getting wet. Not that it would make a great difference now. It had been raining all night and their clothes were soaked through and caked with mud. It was just instinctive—an inner desire to retain some degree of comfort.

"Where in hell are those guys Rocco said would meet us here?" Joe grumbled.

Johnny puffed at his cigarette in his closed palm. "I don't know and I don't care," he answered. "I'm willing to stay here an' wait for them for the rest of the war if I have to. I don't like it out there, it ain't healthy."

Joe grubbed a cigarette from him. He lit it carefully from Johnny's cigarette, shielding them so the glow would not reveal their sanctuary. The chatter of a machine gun rose in a crescendo over their heads. They could hear the whine of the bullets as they passed over them.

"They're gonna have to knock out that gun before we kin go any further," Joe said, listening to its noise.

Johnny looked at him. "Whatta yuh worryin' about? In a hurry?"

Joe shook his head. "Nope, but I was thinkin' maybe they expect us to do it."

"What if they do?" Johnny asked. "We're not mind-readers. Nobody told us to do it. Remember what the captain said? Just do what you're told, no more. We did what we were told. From here on out, I stay until I'm told different."

Joe didn't answer. He began to scratch his head reflectively under his helmet. Suddenly he swore. He pulled something from his hair and threw it into the water. "Those God-damn cooties are drivin' me nuts," he said.

Johnny leaned back against the wall of the crater and shut his eyes. He was tired. For three days they had been pushing

 

 

forward. No rest. Now he felt he could go to sleep right in the middle of no man's land.

Joe shook him. He opened his eyes. It was night again. When he had shut them it had been late evening and the last traces of daylight still hung around in corners of the sky. "I must have been sleeping," he said sheepishly.

Joe grinned at him. "I'll say you were. You were snoring so loud I was afraid they could hear you in Berlin. I gotta hand it to yuh though, if you can sleep out here."

The chatter of the machine gun drowned out Johnny's reply. They were silent for a while. Joe fumbled in his knapsack and took out a bar of chocolate. He broke it in two and gave half to Johnny. They chewed on it, letting the rich chocolatey sweetness fill their mouths.

"I been thinkin'," Joe said.

"Yeah?"

"They must expect us to get that gun," he said. "Otherwise they wouldn't be waitin'."

"That ain't our worry," Johnny said. "Nobody told us."

Joe looked at him, his eyes narrowed a little. "This is a case where nobody can tell us and you know it. We have to make up our own minds."

"My mind's made up," Johnny answered. "I'm following orders. I'm staying here."

Joe watched him for a minute, then he shifted over onto his knees. He took two hand grenades from his belt and examined them. Then he looked over at Johnny. "I'm gonna take a whack at 'em."

"You're stayin' here," Johnny said flatly.

Joe leaned his head to one side and eyed Johnny speculatively. "You gonna make me?" he asked. His voice just as flat as Johnny's had been.

They stared at each other a moment, then Johnny smiled. He shoved Joe with the flat of his hand. "Okay," he said. "If yuh wanna be a hero I better go along and look out for yuh."

Joe took his hand gruffly and squeezed it. He smiled. "I knew you'd see it, kid."

Johnny smiled back at him. He took two hand grenades from his own belt and looked at them. Satisfied that they were in working order, he turned back to Joe and said: "I'm ready if you are."

 

 

"I'm ready." Joe began to crawl to the top of the shell hole. He looked behind him at Johnny, who was crawling up to him. "I couldn't stand those cooties any more nohow."

They were on the edge of the crater. Cautiously they peered over it. The chatter of the machine gun revealed flashes of light coming from ahead of them.

"See it?" Johnny whispered.

Joe nodded.

"You take it from the right, I’ll hit from the left," Johnny whispered.

Joe nodded again.

"What's the matter?" Johnny asked nervously. He was beginning to sweat a little. "Cat got your tongue?"

Joe grinned at him. "I'm too scared to talk," he said. He raised himself to his hands and knees. "Come on, kid," he said. "Let's break their asses!" And then he was running zigzag across the field.

Johnny huddled there for a second, then he followed him.

 

 


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