The Temple of Gold
“I just lay there in bed, half asleep, half not, my knee stitched, my leg bandaged. Time slipped by on me as I lay there, listening to the orderlies walk along the halls, sometimes staring out the window at the sky. Then, the third day, I started snapping out of it, my head clearing. By evening, I was feeling pretty good again. Except for my leg.
He came to see me on the fourth day, a Captain from main post. He took off his hat and smiled at me as I sat up in bed. “You’re Private Trevitt,” he sa...id.
I nodded.
“I’m from the Provost Marshal’s office, Trevitt. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
I didn’t say anything.
He smiled again, going on. “I’d like to know what happened, Trevitt. Out there in the weed field. I’m in charge of the investigation and there are a number of things that need clearing up. So why don’t you tell me what happened. In your own words.”
“Maybe some other time,” I said.
“Now’s as good a time as any,” he said, pressing it. “So why don’t you tell me what happened.”MoreLess
He came to see me on the fourth day, a Captain from main post. He took off his hat and smiled at me as I sat up in bed. “You’re Private Trevitt,” he sa...id.
I nodded.
“I’m from the Provost Marshal’s office, Trevitt. I’d like to ask you a few questions.”
I didn’t say anything.
He smiled again, going on. “I’d like to know what happened, Trevitt. Out there in the weed field. I’m in charge of the investigation and there are a number of things that need clearing up. So why don’t you tell me what happened. In your own words.”
“Maybe some other time,” I said.
“Now’s as good a time as any,” he said, pressing it. “So why don’t you tell me what happened.”MoreLess
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