See Here, Private Hargrove Page #6

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you fellas with my triumphs?

Hargrove?

Buddy?

Of course, you realize

my good-natured joshing

about your writing ability

was just kidding.

Yeah, Hargrove. Er... I

mean, buddy. Me, too.

Naturally, we who are

closest to you realize

that your writing

is talented and...

naturally.

Why don't you come

with us, pal?

Personally, I wouldn't mind

standing treat to a

little celebration.

No, I think I'd better stay

and dash off a couple

of more columns.

Sure, you keep right at it.

Here, use my pen.

Newspaper men don't use

pens, they use typewriters.

Sure.

Don't they, pal?

Smart as a whip, that boy.

Keen mind. I noticed

it right away.

Ought to be able to

figure out some way

to get in on that extra money.

[Typewriter keys clicking]

Boy, what I wouldn't give

for one of them machines.

Oh, you're welcome

to use this, Burk.

Yeah?

Uh, how would I run it?

Oh, if you want to write

a letter or something,

I'll do it for you.

I'm all through now.

No, I'm all through myself.

Anyway, if my mother got a

letter written on that,

she'd think I was

either dead or crazy.

She says I write

like a educated ape.

But at least when she

gets the letter,

she knows it's from me.

How come you're not over

at the service club?

I'll bet you shake

a mean hoof.

I better wait awhile.

I tread on so many of them

dames the last dance,

I don't think I'd do so

good over there tonight.

Very clever, Private Burk.

Anyway, I got some

book work to do.

Book work?

Yeah. I'm reading up on

the field artillery.

You see, when I got in, they was

tapping all us guys for infantry,

but I told them I

wanted field artillery.

Maybe lying a little bit

that I knew all about it.

So now I'm catching up on

what they think I know.

But what difference

does it make

where they put you?

It's all the army.

Maybe you look

at it like that,

but the way I figure it,

with a little rifle,

the kind they give

you in the infantry,

you can only knock off

one Nazi at a time.

But in the artillery,

with a big lollapalooza

of a shell,

a lucky guy might

get a whole company

with one shot!

Boy, I'd like that.

Yeah.

You think we'll get

a crack at them?

If we don't, I'll get transferred

to where I can get at them.

Or I'll buy a Cannon and go

into business for myself.

Boy, you have got a

burn against the Nazis.

Have you got relatives

in concentration camps?

What? In Jersey City?

Nah, I just get steamed up

when I read how they

push people around.

And I say to myself,

it's time somebody

pushed them around,

till their mean skulls rattle.

Yeah. I'm for that.

And when they start in

on us, I say to myself,

"Boy, let's face it. Get in."

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