Men in War by Andreas Latzko
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await impatiently going back to that other hopeless struggle between a
meager salary and a life polished for show, a struggle in which the lack of money always came out triumphant? The general leaned back on the cushioned seat in annoyance. Suddenly the car stopped with a jerk right in the middle of the road. The general started up in surprise and was about to question the chauffeur, when the first big drops of rain fell on his helmet. It was the same storm that earlier in the afternoon had given the men at the front a short respite. The two corporals jumped out and quickly put up the top. His Excellency sat stark upright, leaned his ear to the wind, and listened attentively. Mingled with the rushing sound of the wind he caught quite clearly, but very--very faintly a dull growling, a hollow, scarcely audible pounding, like the distant echo of trees being chopped down in the woods. Drumfire! His Excellency's eyes brightened. A gleam of inner satisfaction passed over his face so recently clouded with vexation. Thank God! There still was war! IV |
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