the americanization of edward bok-第76章
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Here I am again。〃
It was the boy he had left just seventy…two hours before hearty and well。
〃Well; my boy; you weren't in it long; were you?〃
〃No; sir;〃 answered the boy; 〃Fritzie sure got me first thing。 Hadn't gone a hundred yards over the top。 Got a cigarette?〃 (the invariable question)。
Bok handed a cigarette to the boy; who then said: 〃Mind sticking it in my mouth?〃 Bok did so and then offered him a light; the boy continued; all with his wonderful smile: 〃If you don't mind; would you just light it? You see; Fritzie kept both of my hooks as souvenirs。〃
With both arms amputated; the boy could still jest and smile!
It was the same boy who on his hospital cot the next day said: 〃Don't you think you could do something for the chap next to me; there on my left? He's really suffering: cried like hell all last night。 It would be a Godsend if you could get Doc to do something。〃
A promise was given that the surgeon should be seen at once; but the boy was asked: 〃How about you?〃
〃Oh;〃 came the cheerful answer; 〃I'm all right。 I haven't anything to hurt。 My wounded members are gonejust plain gone。 But that chap has got somethinghe got the real thing!〃
What was the real thing according to such a boy's idea?
There were beautiful stories that one heard 〃over there。〃 One of the most beautiful acts of consideration was told; later; of a lovable boy whose throat had been practically shot away。 During his convalescence he had learned the art of making beaded bags。 It kept him from talking; the main prescription。 But one day he sold the bag which he had first made to a visitor; and with his face radiant with glee he sought the nurse…mother to tell her all about his good fortune。 Of course; nothing but a series of the most horrible guttural sounds came from the boy: not a word could be understood。 It was his first venture into the world with the loss of his member; and the nurse…mother could not find it in her heart to tell the boy that not a word which he spoke was understandable。 With eyes full of tears she placed both of her hands on the boy's shoulders and said to him: 〃I am so sorry; my boy。 I cannot understand a word you say to me。 You evidently do not know that I am totally deaf。 Won't you write what you want to tell me?〃
A look of deepest compassion swept the face of the boy。 To think that one could be so afflicted; and yet so beautifully tender and always so radiantly cheerful; he wrote her。
Pathos and humor followed rapidly one upon the other 〃at the front〃 in those gruesome days; and Bok was to have his spirits lightened somewhat by an incident of the next day。 He found himself in one of the numerous little towns where our doughboys were billeted; some in the homes of the peasants; others in stables; barns; outhouses; lean…tos; and what not。 These were the troops on their way to the front where the fighting in the Argonne Forest was at that time going on。 As Bok was walking with an American officer; the latter pointed to a doughboy crossing the road; followed by as disreputable a specimen of a pig as he had ever seen。 Catching Bok's smile; the officer said: 〃That's Pinney and his porker。 Where you see the one you see the other。〃
Bok caught up with the boy; and said: 〃Found a friend; I see; Buddy?〃
〃I sure have;〃 grinned the doughboy; 〃and it sticks closer than a poor relation; too。〃
〃Where did you pick it up?〃
〃Oh; in there;〃 said the soldier; pointing to a dilapidated barn。
〃Why in there?〃
〃My home;〃 grinned the boy。
〃Let me see;〃 said Bok; and the doughboy took him in with the pig following close behind。 〃Billeted herebeen here six days。 The pig was here when we came; and the first night I lay down and slept; it came up to me and stuck its snout in my face and woke me up。 Kind enough; all right; but not very comfortable: it stinks so。〃
〃Yes; it certainly does。 What did you do?〃
〃Oh; I got some grub I had and gave it to eat: thought it might be hungry; you know。 I guess that sort of settled it; for the next night it came again and stuck its snout right in my mug。 I turned around; but it just climbed over me and there it was。〃
〃Well; what did you do then? Chase it out?〃
〃Chase it out?〃 said the doughboy; looking into Bok's face with the most unaffected astonishment。 〃Why; mister; that's a mother…pig; that is。 She's going to have young ones in a few days。 How could I chase her out?〃
〃You're quite right; Buddy;〃 said Bok。 〃You couldn't do that。〃
〃Oh; no;〃 said the boy。 〃The worst of it is; what am I going to do with her when we move up within a day or two? I can't take her along to the front; and I hate to leave her here。 Some one might treat her rough。〃
〃Captain;〃 said Bok; hailing the officer; 〃you can attend to that; can't you; when the time comes?〃
〃I sure can; and I sure will;〃 answered the Captain。 And with a quick salute; Pinney and his porker went off across the road!
Bok was standing talking to the commandant of one of the great French army supply depots one morning。 He was a man of forty; a colonel in the regular French army。 An erect; sturdy…looking man with white hair and mustache; and who wore the single star of a subaltern on his sleeve; came up; saluted; delivered a message; and then asked:
〃Are there any more orders; sir?〃
〃No;〃 was the reply。
He brought his heels together with a click; saluted again; and went away。
The commandant turned to Bok with a peculiar smile on his face and asked:
〃Do you know who that man is?〃
〃No;〃 was the reply。
〃That is my father;〃 was the answer。
The father was then exactly seventy…two years old。 He was a retired business man when the war broke out。 After two years of the heroic struggle he decided that he couldn't keep out of it。 He was too old to fight; but after long insistence he secured a commission。 By one of the many curious coincidences of the war he was assigned to serve under his own son。
When under the most trying conditions; the Americans never lost their sense of fun。 On the staff of a prison hospital in Germany; where a number of captured American soldiers were being treated; a German sergeant became quite friendly with the prisoners under his care。 One day he told them that he had been ordered to active service on the front。 He felt convinced that he would be captured by the English; and asked the Americans if they would not give him some sort of testimonial which he could show if he were taken prisoner; so that he would not be ill…treated。
The Americans were much amused at this idea; and concocted a note of introduction; written in English。 The German sergeant knew no English and could not understand his testimonial; but he tucked it in his pocket; well satisfied。
In due time; he was sent to the front and was captured by 〃the ladies from hell;〃 as the Germans called the Scotch kilties。 He at once presented his introduction; and his captors laughed heartily when they read:
〃This is L。 He is not a bad sort of chap。 Don't shoot him; torture him slowly to death。〃
One evening as Bok was strolling out after dinner a Red Cross nurse came to him; explained that she had two severely wounded boys in what remained of an old hut: that they were both from Pennsylvania; and had expressed a great desire to see him as a resident of their State。
〃Neither can possibly survive the night;〃 said the nurse。
〃They know that?〃 asked Bok。
〃Oh; yes; but like all our boys they are lying there joking with each other。〃
Bok was taken into what remained of a room in a badly shelled farmhouse; and there; on two roughly constructed cots; lay the two boys。 Their faces had been bandaged so that nothing was visible except the eyes of each boy。 A candle in a bottle standing on a box gave out the only light。 But the eyes of the boys were smiling as Bok came in and sat down on the box on which the nurse had been sitting。 He talked with the boys; got as much of their stories from them as he could; and told them such home news as he thought might interest them。
After half an hour he arose to leave; when the nurse said: 〃There is no one here; Mr。 Bok; to say the last words to these boys。 Will you do it?〃 Bok stood transfixed。 In sending men over in the service of the Y。 M。 C。 A。 he had