Words: pen, paper, words, book, draft, binding
Harry's world came crashing down once he read the letter that rainy afternoon. He was being ordered to report for duty by the US Army – Harry was being drafted by the military to fight in the Korean conflict. Within a month Harry was in a dirt pit shooting for his life at opposing forces. The rain, so it seemed, had not ceased for four days and nights. The foxhole was liken to a pig pen. Harry stopped to change ammunition when he saw a few of his fellow soldiers in the trench with open flesh wounds and frozen faces. Poor Harry vomited, fainted, and dropped face down into the mud.
Harry wasn't a religious man but he prayed that night; he prayed hard that he'd survived the hell around him. Some two months later, as Harry and his comrades surged into enemy territory, a mine exploded near him, shattering his leg. He was taken by chopper to a MASH unit where nurses treated his injury, binding his leg with tight, thick-threaded rapping. He soon got the news that he was returning home once his leg was strong enough for him to move about. In that time all there was to do was read. The recovery station only offered old dirty books – pornographic paperbacks containing nasty words and women pictured in erotic poses. It seemed like he would never leave that MASH unit but the day arrived, one stormy morning. By late afternoon he was already near the DMZ; the rain still coming down.
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