Dan with his face. a grin “I'll take care of sheer of him," pleasure said upon Cappy. ‘Be careful," laughed Dan. ‘‘He looks mighty sly to me." Grabbing his rifle from the corner of the shack Cappy brought the butt of the rifle down upon the head of the rat. The rat let out a shreik and plopped stone dead on his belly. “Nice going,’ said Dan. ‘That rat won't have the guts to show himself around here anymore.” “Your damned right he won't," laughed Cappy a little indignantly. “All right,’’ said the Lieutenant, ‘‘hold down the noise, We're in enemy territory, or did you two forget that?” The Lieutenant stroked his long mustache with his fingers as if in deep thought then turning toward Cappy he spoke. “Cappy you take first guard tonight. I'll come to relieve you at ten o'clock.” “Right,"’ said Cappy grabbing his gun and walking outside. ‘How about us havin’ a game of _ cards,"’ said Dan reaching in his crumpled up knapsack on the floor to get the cards. ‘Sure, said the Lieutenant. ‘‘There’s no- thing else we can do right now." Cappy's two hours were up; yet he hadn't come back for the Lieutenant to relieve him of guard duty. ‘Cappy hasn't returned yet. | think I'll go out and see if the old guy's fallen asleep,’’ chuckled Dan. Walking outside of the shack Dan looked about, but he couldn't see Cappy anywhere. ‘Lieutenant you better come out here. Somethings gone wrong." The Lieutenant ran outside and looked about. “Where's Cappy?" ‘| don't know sir. We'd better have a look around."”’ The men split up to search for Cappy. In that way they'd be able to cover more ground before dawn. “Oh my God Lieutenant, quick over here!"’ yelled Dan. ‘Is he dead?” said the Lieutenant. After feeling for his pulse, Dan nodded his head, neck. ‘Dan what are you doing? Have you gone mad?" screemed the Lieutenant jumping up from the bed. Dan didn't say a word. After taking his hands away from the Lieutenant he sat down and cried. After calming him down, and lighting him a cigarette the Lieutenant went out to see if he could find any scraps of food. He walked down the long winding path over the small hill which led him to his camp. Searching frantically, he found a small loaf of bread in a soldier's knapsack, and returned to the shack. The bread was soggy and mold had begun forming around the outer edges of the crust. Dan sank his teeth into the bread, coughed dryly, and spitting the piece of bread from his mouth threw the soggy remains onto the dirt packed floor. The Lieutenant had no appetite for the stale tasting bread either. Neither the Liteutenant nor Dan had food for four days after their dealings with the bread. Dan's eyes were beginning to sink back into his skull and his skin was starting to draw tightly against the outline of his pale and tired face. Also, the Lieutenant “Damn Germans,” cried the Lieutenant looking down at Cappy'’s still body. Cappy’s leg was completely torn off. All that remained was small torn pieces of veins where blood stained skin hung tattered against the splintered bone. ‘I'm sorry sir," mumbled Dan looking at the Lieutenant. “Il know how much Cappy meant to you. ‘God, why did it have to happen way? Let's bury him.” ‘It's the least we can do," said this the Lieutenant in a half whisper. There was no shovel so. they dug a grave with their hands, moving rocks and sticks out of the hole leaving a deep, smooth surface. . “Help me lift him in Dan.” The two men pulled and struggled until they slowly dropped the still body into the hole. Then they covered the body with the damp soil and packed it tight against the earth, so no wild animal woud dig it up. The two men walked in silence all the way back to the shack. The cool night air rushed swiftly across the men's faces. The Lieutenant lit a cigarette and puffed once or twice blowing the light blue smoke out of his mouth, © causing it to go in rings then float away when the wind’s current hit them. Watching in the distance the two men could see the bright orange lights of the bombs flicker over the dark starless sky. ‘Lieutenant do you think we'll get out of here alive?” ‘| don't really know. But God, how we're going to try.” In the morning the Lieutenant told Dan that they must go easy on the food supply. “Our food supply is low and there is only enough water for a few more days if we ration it out sparingly,'’ said began to notice that his ribs were beginning to protrude slightly from his sides. “Lieutenant, why are you always writing in that book of yours?’’ asked Dan. ‘Nobody's ever going to read it, be- cause we're never going to get out of this rotten place alive."’ “Maybe | like writing in it.” The next day the Lieutenant left the shack and in returning he saw Dan lying upon the floor with a rifle at his side. The Lieutenant saw that Dan had shot himself through the head. Blood was smeared over his skeleton like face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly ajar. His eyes were still open and starinto ing space. “I've got to get outa here. I've got to br, help,"’ said the Lieutenant to him- self: He slowly walked out of the shack and gazed around at the deserted area. “Dan's dead, Cappy's dead, what's there to do?" cried for help, for someone. the Lieutenant, run- ning his hands through his hair and gazing down the path. Then he walked on tripping over small vines which lay across the disordered path. Walking on, searching WIND Pamela Silence. i Whispering With Miller echoes Murmering wind sing its mysteries chant, to the full moon, GSold-spun the Lieutenant Every night their spirits grew weaker. Planes flew overhead every now and then. and hearing their loud, roaring sleep when he felt cold hands WAR'S engines, Dan ran out of the shack shouting hysterically for help. Yet none of the planes were American planes. It was no use. The Lieutenant was concentrating on upon his 4 | : ‘The war's at an end.” “That's fine," | said, END That's what the man ‘‘but my brother said. is dead." Colleen Bryan