no. (roses_rejoice) wrote,

Journey to the Center of Your Tootsie Pop, or, I'd Bite the Bullet Better if it Tasted Tutti-Frutti

I read something somewhere, I don't remember whether it was in The Long Gray Line, or some fictive work of Allen Drury's, or now that I think about it, probably in A Summer Place, about how some guy went and served in some war and when he came back he never spoke of the experience, except to wonder how any man could possibly be unhappy as long as he had a roof over his head, meals on the table and no one shooting at him.
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