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angelically, Uncle Bill. And he whispered, two or three words at a time—you know thewords, Uncle Bill—Tennyson:"'Sunset and evening star' he whispered:"'Sunset and evening star,"'And one clear call for me——'"He patted the breast of his bloody, grimy uniform. 'Following the flag! Me! My son tohold my hand as I go out! I hadn't dreamed of such a passing.' Then he looked up at me,awfully interested. 'So you're my big son,' he said. 'My baby.'"I knew that he was remembering the little shaver he'd left twenty years back. So I leanedover and kissed him, and he got his arm around my neck and held me pretty tight aminute, and nobody cared. All those dying, suffering, last-ditch men lying around, andthe two worn-out doctors hurrying among 'em—they didn't care. No more did he and I.I'd found my father; I wasn't caring for anything else."There was deep silence in the room again and a log of the fire crackled and fell apart andblazed up impersonally; the pleasant sound jarred not at all the tense, human atmosphere.

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