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animals perhaps and always singing, lay England which was London
and the country called the Front, from which many of our neighbors
never came back. It was a country to which only young men traveled.
5. At the beginning, the only “front” I knew was the little lobby
before our front door. I could not understand how so many people
never returned from there, but later I grew to know more, though still
without understanding, and carried a wooden rifle in the park and
shot down the invisible unknown enemy like a flock of wild birds.
And the park itself was a world within a world of the sea town. Quite
near where I lived, so near that on summer evenings I could listen in
my bed to the voices of older children playing ball on the sloping
paper-littered bank, the park was full of terrors and treasures. Though
it was only a little park, it held within its borders of old tall trees,
notched with our names and shabby from our climbing, as many
secret places, caverns and forests, prairies and deserts, as a country
somewhere at the end of the sea.
6. And though we would explore it one day, armed and desperate,
from end to end, from the robbers’ den to the pirates’ cabin, the
highwayman’s inn to the cattle ranch, or the hidden room in the
undergrowth, where we held beetle races, and lit the wood fires and
roasted potatoes and talked about Africa, and the makes of motor
cars, yet still the next day, it remai
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animals perhaps and always singing, lay England which was London
and the country called the Front, from which many of our neighbors
never came back. It was a country to which only young men traveled.
5. At the beginning, the only “front” I knew was the little lobby
before our front door. I could not understand how so many people
never returned from there, but later I grew to know more, though still
without understanding, and carried a wooden rifle in the park and
shot down the invisible unknown enemy like a flock of wild birds.
And the park itself was a world within a world of the sea town. Quite
near where I lived, so near that on summer evenings I could listen in
my bed to the voices of older children playing ball on the sloping
paper-littered bank, the park was full of terrors and treasures. Though
it was only a little park, it held within its borders of old tall trees,
notched with our names and shabby from our climbing, as many
secret places, caverns and forests, prairies and deserts, as a country
somewhere at the end of the sea.
6. And though we would explore it one day, armed and desperate,
from end to end, from the robbers’ den to the pirates’ cabin, the
highwayman’s inn to the cattle ranch, or the hidden room in the
undergrowth, where we held beetle races, and lit the wood fires and
roasted potatoes and talked about Africa, and the makes of motor
cars, yet still the next day, it remai
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