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Or
was
it
?
I
could
n't
to
save
my
life
remember
why
I
had
signed
up
.
Anyhow
,
it
was
n't
the
process
of
voting
that
made
a
citizen
--
the
Lieutenant
had
been
a
citizen
in
the
truest
sense
of
the
word
,
even
though
he
had
not
lived
long
enough
ever
to
cast
a
ballot
.
He
had
"
voted
"
every
time
he
made
a
drop
.
And
so
had
I
!
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I
could
hear
Colonel
Dubois
in
my
mind
:
"
Citizenship
is
an
attitude
,
a
state
of
mind
,
an
emotional
conviction
that
the
whole
is
greater
than
the
part
...
and
that
the
part
should
be
humbly
proud
to
sacrifice
itself
that
the
whole
may
live
.
"
I
still
did
n't
know
whether
I
yearned
to
place
my
one-and-only
body
"
between
my
loved
home
and
the
war
's
desolation
"
--
I
still
got
the
shakes
every
drop
and
that
"
desolation
"
could
be
pretty
desolate
.
But
nevertheless
I
knew
at
last
what
Colonel
Dubois
had
been
talking
about
.
The
M.
I.
was
mine
and
I
was
theirs
.
If
that
was
what
the
M.
I.
did
to
break
the
monotony
,
then
that
was
what
I
did
.
Patriotism
was
a
bit
esoteric
for
me
,
too
large-scale
to
see
.
But
the
M.
I.
was
my
gang
,
I
belonged
.
They
were
all
the
family
I
had
left
;
they
were
the
brothers
I
had
never
had
,
closer
than
Carl
had
ever
been
.
If
I
left
them
,
I
'd
be
lost
.
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So
why
should
n't
I
go
career
?
All
right
,
all
right
--
but
how
about
this
nonsense
of
greasing
for
a
commission
?
That
was
something
else
again
.
I
could
see
myself
putting
in
twenty
years
and
then
taking
it
easy
,
the
way
Ace
had
described
,
with
ribbons
on
my
chest
and
carpet
slippers
on
my
feet
...
or
evenings
down
at
the
Veterans
Hall
,
rehashing
old
times
with
others
who
belonged
.
But
O.
C.
S.
?
I
could
hear
Al
Jenkins
,
in
one
of
the
bull
sessions
we
had
about
such
things
:
"
I
'm
a
private
!
I
'm
going
to
stay
a
private
!
When
you
're
a
private
they
do
n't
expect
anything
of
you
.
Who
wants
to
be
an
officer
?
Or
even
a
sergeant
?
You
're
breathing
the
same
air
,
are
n't
you
?
Eating
the
same
food
.
Going
the
same
places
,
making
the
same
drops
.
But
no
worries
.
"
Al
had
a
point
.
What
had
chevrons
ever
gotten
me
?
--
aside
from
lumps
.