(Honorable Mention, Short Story Division, 1946, Butter Literary Contest)
Sweat boiled from under the rim of the soldier's helmet and dropped in his dust reddened eyes. He pulled up his ammunition belt and groped futilely for his handkerchief in a tight-mouthed pocket, gave it up, and wiped his face on the sleeve of his fatigue jacket.
Manuscripts: Vol. 13
, Article 6.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol13/iss4/6