I hate t' see th' boys fightin' 'mong themselves." The youth laughed.

"Yer changed a good bit.

Yeh ain't at all like yeh was.

I remember when you an' that Irish feller--" He stopped and laughed again.
"No, I didn't use t' be that way," said his friend thoughtfully.
"That's true 'nough." "Well, I didn't mean--" began the youth.
The friend made another deprecatory gesture.

"Oh, yeh needn't mind, Henry." There was another little pause.
"Th' reg'ment lost over half th' men yestirday," remarked the friend eventually.