March Toward the Thunder
March Toward the Thunder
““Start of the war,” he said as they floated in the placid pool, “lots of us tried to join up. Even those of us like me who was too young. Even now, I’m only seventeen. Though you know how it is with white men. All us Indians look alike to ’em. Most can’t tell if we’re fourteen or forty.”
Louis turned his head to the side. Kirk, Devlin, and Belaney were piling a rock dam at the head of the pool to try to make it more than neck deep. Not that they were making much headway. They were spending more time splashing water at each other than working.
“I know,” Louis said.
“But you know what they told us then? Said it was a white man’s war. Us Indians was not needed. It’d be over in a week or two. We just nodded, went back home, and waited. Once that week turned into two years, they come to beg us to join up! Isn’t this a white man’s war, we asked? Ain’t our skins still brown? But we only teased ’em for a while before we took pity on ’em and said we was ready to serve.”
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