Laura

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Each fresh trial leaves a man more shaken than the last, and each period of tedium — with its time for speculative dread — leaves his foundations worn lower, his roots less firm for the next trial. Sometimes there is a final shattering: a man crouching in a pit beneath the bombardment of a battleship might put a pistol to his head and deliver himself.
Helmet for My Pillow: From Parris Island to the Pacific
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