IN MEMORIES OF by Carollee SEASONS hrough spring together, my life, | hed known you all ee . time t shor that And not for © cottoncandy clouds; We would The violets Made me Just being e gaze together int drenched in spring feel full of lifemy anil feel sp laughed. and Ls Then the gentle, into ae | | spring summer, laughed shadows ee together Through the sizzling We would pols pat aays. summer es their sleep. or laa eee 9s ‘tet hmallow days OT | ed through the dried, curl ak he kly bris us ed call ‘nd through the trees, eased sung to US And the crackling fire d oT As we talked and laughe nights. Through the long, avfumn fled into winter. Then the short fall days ry. drea are the days the Po snow drifts heavily. pass slowly. Now the empty nights And the talking fades. . - And the laughter dies Gone! Sherri a es OSEAN : — it was just an- Hatcher 3 leaves families ever again. get dressed on the double,"’ said the Lieu- tenant. ‘‘B Company was attacked by the German Patrol. We just received word over the radio that the Germans were headed this way." . “Yes sir,’ said Dan with fright and seriousness in his voice. ‘Hey, Lieutenant where's Cappy?" said Dan, pulling his shirt on as he spoke, “He's over in the other tents warning the men,"’ shouted the Lieutenant as he ran quickly outside shouting orders to every man in sight. The German patrol struck hard and killed every American soldier in the camp (except Cappy, Dan and the Lieutenant who all escaped). By the middle of the the three men stumbled upon an old deserted shack hidden among the long vines and tall leafy trees which 16 Oe men “What's going on Lieutenant? Why's the alarm ringing? Did somebody get his arm caught in the release button?"’, yawned Dan, while rubbing the last bits of sleep from his eyes. The Lieutenant had aroused earlier that morning and with a gruffness in his voice he spoke. ‘Why don't you quit joking around, and afternoon <a TS For these other routine attack, but little did they realize that from this day, January 8, 1945, they'd never see their home, friends, inklers : ee apionering lawn-spr spray; ing cool r thei with us ted Gree us The seagulls called to hed. As we talked and laug oe summer Then the Melted into fall, laughe And we talked and All was silent as the dark hours of the early morning crept slowly toward the dawn. On this morning three men slept soundly in their tents. Cappy was an older man in his late 40's with graying hair and blue eyes, Dan was a joker at times. Dan was tall with small narrowed eyes and lean stature. There was also Lieutenant John Caldwell, tall, husky, who had the habit of always twisting the ends of his long black mustache. He was also a man of quick temper and solemn sterness. A bell shattered the peacefulness of nm a i AE rag Ulm populated the dense forest area. They gazed at the shack with it's slivered sides and partially caved in roof. The windows of the shack were small and dusty and broken by what the men thought was _ bullets. The men ploring jt was mainly vered area walked inside the shack exmore thoroughly. The floor dirt except for d partially cowhich was laid with wood. A bed, made of wood was pushed back against the far wall of the shack. Cappy noticed a small wrought-iron stove in the « corner of the shack next to the bed. and started a small fire in it. It took more than one effort to light the fire in the stove, because of the rust and dirt that Cappy saw inside of it. After the fire started Cappy took from his knapsack a package of coffee, which he had rolled up in tin foil to keep fresh. The coffee's aroma filled the cold emptiness of the shack. For just that instant the three mer had hopes of survival. ‘How about pourin’ me a cup of that coffee,"’ said Dan looking anxiously at the hot mixture which lay in the pan upon the stove. , “Sure,” said Cappy. “How about you Lieutenant, do you want a cup?” ‘No thanks, | think I'll just sit here for a while. | don't have an appetite for anything right now." Dan and Cappy looked at one another with concerned looks upon their faces. They knew how it must have felt for the Lieutenant to have lost his whole troop of men rol. fee (except Dan turned ‘My them) taking toward Gad, pat- Cappy. Cappy; in this coffee? to the German a couple of sips of cofIt tastes What did awful,’' you said put Dan.” “It tastes all right to me,"’ said Cappy eyeing Dan with irritation. ‘Hey look over in that corner by the bed, isn't that the biggest, blackest, meanest, looking rat you ever did see?’ said