“You kill anybody in the war, Tommy?” “I put my hand to a few.” “With your hands?” “Bayonet, friend. The men of the Ninety-second used bayonets. Belleau Wood glittered with them. Fairly glittered.” “How’d it feel?” “Unpleasant. Extremely unpleasant. Even when you know he’ll do the same to you, it’s still a very indelicate thing to do.”
