I became quite irate that everyone was talking of dividing up the property before my grandmother and Clarence had even died, and I told the others what I thought. I mentioned that my grandmother and Clarence would probably die within a few days of each other because they were so attached to each other. Finally I angrily left the room and walked upstairs to where my grandmother and Clarence were in bed.

First I looked in on Clarence, who was in a bed in the back bedroom. He looked as if his condition had improved and he moved around a bit in the bed. Since it seemed that he had previously not been able to move at all, I thought he might be getting better. He might live for a long time yet.

I next walked over to my grandmother, lying in bed in the front bedroom. I climbed into bed beside her, pulled the covers over us, and laid my hand on her bare stomach, which was quite fat. I was accustomed to getting in bed with her, and felt comfortable doing so. I wanted to ease any suffering she was going through and I didn't want her to know of all the haggling over her property going on downstairs.

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I was in the kitchen of the House in Patriot. I had recently been involved in a violent war and the kitchen had been the scene of the battle. I had been wounded in the battle, but had recuperated to the point where I was now ready to fight again. Two or three other men were with me, and I was their superior in command. I was a good superior, although my recent injury had debilitated me. Now, however, I felt as if I were ready to be a soldier again.

Suddenly I saw Chuck Bacheller running away from us with something in his hand. When I shouted for him to stop, he hesitated, then stopped. I approached him and he laid down what he had, a group of perhaps 50 envelopes, which I immediately concluded had been written to men who had been fighting in the battle which had taken place here. I was upset with Chuck for apparently trying to take the envelopes. They had many return addresses on them, and several had a big blue label across the top with white letters which spelled "Bankruptcy." I remembered that during the battle many soldiers had been able to declare bankruptcy while they had been wounded and had thus been able to obtain some relief for their suffering.

I knew that many of the men whose letters I had in my hand had been killed, and they would now never receive the letters. But I felt some responsibility in trying to deliver the letters to the men who were still alive. But where were the men? I walked back to the place where I had seen Chuck pick up the letters, and found a large hole with still a few more letters in it. I fished them all out and held them in my hands.

Just then another group of German soldiers marched past the door. They stopped, looked in and demanded to know what I was doing. They were the Germans who had ultimately won the battle and who were now in charge. But the side I was now on was allied with the Germans, so I didn't think there would be a problem. The Germans spoke in German, and I understood. I began to fantasize of what it would be like if I were in this situation and the soldiers spoke Persian. Although I had once understood Persian quite well, I had completely forgotten it. I probably should refresh my memory of Persian, because I could some day once again be in a situation where I needed it. I would probably be traveling much in the world and would probably need to know a few words of many languages. I thought the one word I would probably need to know most was "what," which in Persian I thought was "que." I also thought the Italian word for "what" was pronounced "que." I would probably need to know some Italian also.

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