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Tuesday, March 02, 2004 Two SoldiersHere's the first page of a terrific story by William Faulkner, which was adapted last year for a short film and won Sunday's most interesting Oscar:Me and Pete would go down to Old Man Killegrew's and listen to his radio. We would wait until after supper, after dark, and we would stand outside Old Man Killegrew's parlor window, and we could hear it because Old Man Killegrew's wife was deaf, and so he run the radio as loud as it would run, and so me and Pete could hear it plain as Old Man Killegrew's wife could, I reckon, even standing outside with the window closed. And that night I said, "What? Japanese? What's a pearl harbor?" and Pete said, "Hush." And so we stood there, it was cold, listening to the fellow in the radio talking, only I couldn't make no heads nor tails neither out of it. Then the fellow said that would be all for a while, and me and Pete walked back up the road to home, and Pete told me what it was. Because he was nigh twenty and he had done finished the Consolidated last June and he knowed a heap: about them Japanese dropping bombs on Pearl Harbor and that Pearl Harbor was across the water. "Across what water?" I said. "Across that Government reservoy up at Oxford?" "Naw," Pete said. "Across the big water. The Pacific Ocean." posted by Michael Scott Moore | 8:53 PM | |
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