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I don't. I don't say nothing. Woman, I don't talk to 'em. I ain't got nothing to say, woman. Why? Because talking makes no difference. Talking makes no difference. Talking never helped anybody nor never will. There is nothing to be said, woman, nothing. Sometimes I think that in the Army the first thirty years is the worst, but woman, when I think again I don't know. Everything is rotten while you're going through it, and everything is lovely when you look back on it. I don't know, woman, and I don't care. I'm old. But I will see 'em damned before I die. I ain't going to die."
He said this almost to himself. Then he seemed to remember something, and his tone changed. He said : "You like me, don't you? And I like you. I think you're a nice little girl. You like holding on to my finger, don't you?"
She made a non-con-imittal noise: "Mm."
" If I had anything to give you, I'd give it to you. But I ain't got anything. No, after all these years I got nothing to show. But does that matter? You take it from me, woman, having something to show don't matter. Show yourself to yourself, at the end of everything, and if you can pat yourself on the back and shake hands with yourself and like yourself-like yourself like you might like a stranger-well, that's alright. I've seen rough times. I've had field punishment. I've seen wars. Yes, woman, I've drunk my medicine. When they lay me out, there'll be some marks for them to see. But that don't matter. I was saying, if I had anything to give, I'd give it to you, or to your mum to hold for you. I had a matter of a hundred

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