“Ah'd lahk to be one o' them guys,” said Chrisfield.
“You would?”
“God damn it, Ah'd do anything to git out o' this hellish infantry. This ain't no sort o' life for a man to be treated lahk he was a nigger.”
“No, it's no sort of life for a man.”
“If they'd let us git to the front an' do some fightin' an' be done with it.... But all we do is drill and have grenade practice an' drill again and then have bayonet practice an' drill again. 'Nough to drive a feller crazy.”
“What the hell's the use of talking about it, Chris? We can't be any lower than we are, can we?” Andrews laughed.
“There's that plane again.”
“Where?”
“There, just goin' down behind the piece o' woods.”
“That's where their field is.”