"In Texas, on the border."
"Thank goodness, it's in the United States," exclaimed Mrs. Overton fervently. "I was afraid you'd be sent back to the Philippines, or to Guam."
"The Navy garrisons the island of Guam, Mother."
"Well, then, to Alaska, or to some other outlandish place. I'm glad you're to go to some place where I can get on the cars and go to see you."
There was to come a time in the no distant future when her splendid son would be called upon to go where she could not follow—a time when Hal and his associates would be over-seas fighting for the democracy of the world, as well as for the existence of their beloved homeland.
"And some of my first savings as an officer will go to pay your fare, Mother. But you don't seem interested in the regiment, after all."
"Well, which regiment is it?"
"The Thirty-seventh Infantry, Colonel Wheatman."
"Would you rather have gone to the Thirty-fourth?"
"For many reasons, much rather. But I'm contented to go wherever Uncle Sam sends me. That's the only right way for a soldier to feel."