Say, the boys all felt bad about Jim and so did the Pilot. Well,
we had to plant him that night, as we was goin' out next day. It was out
beyond the Loop. You don't know where that is, I guess."
"Of course, I do," asserted Mackay indignantly. "I've been all around
that front line. What are you givin' us!"
"Oh, you have, eh! Well, I wouldn't unless I had to, you bet. It's no
place for a man with a waist line like mine. Well, as I was sayin', that
cemetery was right out in the open, right under observation, and exposed
to machine guns, snipers, whizbangs, all the hull bloody lot of 'em.
Wasn't no place for a cemetery anyway, I say. I'm not after any bomb
proof job but a cemetery should be--"
"Should be a quiet and retired spot," suggested one of the transport
boys.
"Yes. What's the use of getting livin' men shot up when they're buryin'
dead men, I want to know. Not saying anything about the officers that's
always round, and the chaplain. I say a cemetery should be somewhere out
of sight, like Maple Copse; now, there's a good place, except that the
roots make it hard diggin'.
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