But for the beautiful softness of light in his eyes, she would have been unable to endure gazing longer.
"Carley, I'm bitter," he said, "but I'm not rancorous and callous, like some of the boys.

I know if you'd been my girl you'd have stuck to me." "Yes," Carley whispered.
"That makes a difference," he went on, with a sad smile.

"You see, we soldiers all had feelings.

And in one thing we all felt alike.

That was we were going to fight for our homes and our women.