Stuyvesant High School - Indicator Yearbook (New York, NY)

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I' THE cowfxao By Ralph Alan Freed Poi che il passato non si puo dirfare -Tansillo fI3or what is past can never be undonej I I-IE day is ebbing. From my cot I can see the sinking sun far off in the West, a great ball of fire. The bleak shell-torn landscape before me is bathed in a bloody radiance. A crimson shaft of light strikes the paper upon which I am writing. It recalls to me my terribleqpast, the awful agonies and sorrows I have endured. For have I not wallowed in the gore of my fellow beings? I-las blood not covered me until I was well nigh unrecognizable7 I-las it not caked my face and blinded my eyes? I-Ias it not even rotted the very clothes which -covered me 7 Oh, I-Iorror of I-Iorrors! Must I always be confronted with that fearful apparition? All day has she stood here by my bedside, those farewell words upon her lips. Even now, I dare not look up to meet that accusing gaze. An insatiable thirst is burning my throat and my head is wracked with everlast- ing pain. Will the end never come? I hear her again fthere is quiet in the next wardj - Ch, God! Why doesn't she speak lower i- the whole place will know. i'Remember Louis, he is my youngest. I-Ie means everything in the world to me. Watch over him as you would a child. for you are both his brother and superior officer. I-Ieaven bear witness! how I cared for him. If we were behind the lines, his squad had always the best billet, if at the front, the dryest section and most comfortable dugout. Yet. in spite of all I did for him, it was not difficult to perceive from the very outset that Pierre was never destined to be a soldier. It seemed as if he were possessed of a delicate nature which could withstand neither the sight of blood nor the rough jests of his comrades. And then, worst of all, Pierre aroused the enmity of I-Ienri Fournier, another private in my company. I-Iow it began I never could Hnd out, but I-Ienri always looked at him with the eyes of a panther about to spring upon his prey. They were at any rate an equal match for each otherg the same height, the same breadth of shoulder and the same suppleness of body. In fact even tho their features were totally dissimilar, the two were so alike 25