August 12, 2017 § 4 Comments
Some, too young for the fight, chalked the number 16 on the sole of a boot so that when asked if they were over 16, they could swear they were without lying.
Surrounded by friends, they paraded out of hometowns.
Mothers and sweethearts waved and blotted their eyes with cloth handkerchiefs.
Some of those aspiring soldiers carried rifles, some knives, and some a canvas sack home-packed, as if the boys were picnicking, not going to war.