Beyond the hut a clump of myalls loomed spectral and wraith-like, and round them a gang of crows cawed noisily, irreverent of the great silence.

Here at Camp Wheeler we “coffeed” and “sandwiched” the drafted men when they came from Camp Gordon several weeks ago, and the men from Camp Pike more recently.

I don't need any of this stuff, so take whatever.

After all 96.4% of each of you Gingers infected with the Gingervitis disease know full well that you are unattractive creatures, which I believe results in your intense fear of exposing yourselves in public.