HARRY MORGAN-WINTER you're my pal. I think your books are fine. To hell with that radical bastard/ 'You haven't got a book with you?5 asked the other Vet. 'Pal, I'd like to read one. Did you ever write for Western Stories, or War Aces? I could read that War Aces every day.' 'Who is that tall bird?9 asked Richard Gordon. 'I tell you he's just a radical bastard/ said the second Vet, 'The camp's full of them. We'd run them out, but I tell you half the time most of the guys in camp can't remember.' 'Can't remember what?5 asked the red-headed one. 'Can't remember anything,' said the other. 'You see me?' asked the red-headed one. 'Yes,' said Richard Gordon. 'Would you guess I got the finest little wife in the world?' 'Why not?' 'WeU, I have/ said the red-headed one, 'And that girl is nuts about me. She's like a slave. "Give me another cup of coffee," I say to her. "O.K., Pop," she says. And I get it. Anything else the same way. She's carried away with me. If I got a whim, it's her law.' 'Only where is she?' asked the other Vet. 'That's it,' said the red-headed one. 'That's it, pal. Where is she?' 'He don't know where she is,' the second Vet SO?