“Twelve years ago, when I was 10, I played at being a soldier. I walked up the brook behind our house in Bronxville to a junglelike, overgrown field and dug trenches down to water level with my friends. Then, pretending… — David Kenyon Webster Copy Share Image
Well, I thought, climbing slowly out of the slit trench, the shells will catch us above ground now. But if you have to go,… — David Kenyon Webster Copy Share Image
“Twelve years ago, when I was 10, I played at being a soldier. I walked up the brook behind our house in Bronxville to… — David Kenyon Webster Copy Share Image
Was there any meaning to life or to war, that two men should sit together and jump within seconds of each other and yet… — David Kenyon Webster Copy Share Image
“The shells had landed on the cobblestone road. "Sonsofbitches," Wiseman muttered. We looked up and grinned at each other. "Here they come again!" Sitting… — David Kenyon Webster Copy Share Image
