Now everybody wants to race back home and make a million dollars. And there’ll be precious little talk of the war or the army until the big, hot holidays, when they’ll suck in their bellies and get into their uniforms and strut down Main Street behind the band. And stand perspiring in front of the bandstand beside the town hall and listen to some red-faced fool rant on for three-quarters of an hour about that last full measure of devotion and valorous sacrifices on the field of honor. And that’ll be all they’ll remember. Until the next time …”
