It was dark and cold. He didn't mind the cold So much; he was nearly accustomed to that. But the darkness was something else. The darkness concealed things, and there was the danger. It was odd, he was thinking, that the artillery didn't throw in a few flares to light it up a bit out front. Maybe Intelligence didn't Chink it necessary, but sometimes they were wrong. Remember the Bulge? The l06th never knew what hit it. The darkness was oppressive and suffocating. It occurred to him that he would like to cut out a handful of this darkness and put it in his pocket. He could have a good look at it in the daylight - might even find some way to weigh it. He knew it was heavy.
Edwards, William T.
"The Dark Curtain,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 14
, Article 14.
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