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@@@@@The dumb kid had been so afraid he must have crapped his pantsGallagher remembered how Lydon had got on the police forceWhat a break that had been for him; with a little luck he could have got a job like that tooBut of all the work he had done in his spare time for the Democratic Club, he hadn't got anything for itWhat was wrong? He wanted to do big thingsHe would even have got a job in the post office if it hadn't been for that Alderman Shapiro and his fuggin nephew Abie or JakieGallagher felt a deep resentmentThere was always something to beat himHe felt his mute anger growing, and because it gave him a rich satisfaction to say it, he burst out suddenly, "I see we got a couple of fuggin Yids in the platoonHe knew one of Gallagher's tirades was beginning and it bored him"Yeah," he sighed, "they're sonsofbitches just like the rest of us
Gallagher turned on him"They only been in one week and already they're lousin' up the platoon
"Ah don't know," Wilson murmured; "that Roth ain't much good, but the other fellow, that Goldstein or Goldberg or whatever the hell his name is, he ain't a bad boyAh was workin' with him today, and we got to talkin' about the best way to lay down a corduroy
"I wouldn't trust a fuggin one of them," Gallagher said fiercely
Red yawned and drew his feet up"It's beginning to rain," he said
A few drops were pattering on the tentThe sky was a unique color; it had the leaden-greenish surface of stained glass, but there was a sheen, too, as though an intense light were shining on the other side of the pane"It's gonna rain like a sonofabitch," he said"You guys got your tent anchored okay?"
"Ah reckon so," Wilson saidA soldier went running by outside, and the sound of his footsteps evoked a moody spirit in RedIt was the old sound, a man trying to get under cover before a storm"All I ever done my whole life was get a wet ass," he mutt