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Nile Kinnick correspondence, September-November 1942

1942-10-15: Page 07

4 There was violence & foul murder only in the play. 
But if thoughts could maim it might have been another way.
No longer brother in the band, no friends, no buddy
How could he do it, so unfair, selfish scheming rat
But battles won is only war begun, I was yet to have my fun.
I clapped with all the others, they said the play was good
But my thoughts were running wild with plot & plan
For soon we must be leaving and I behind must stay
All because a loving brother, a friend tried & true
Had stabbed me in the back and that with smiling face.
We turned to go, he all gay & happy like the dark 
His glance was taunting, he knew that he had won
But, ok then, I heard it from up front, low but no mistake
The National anthem had stilled the crowd, stood them straight
I caught his sleeve, turned him front and briefly smirked.
Hardly a minute had passed but it seemed like hours
To him who stood impatient with the music, that grand old song
For flitting  up the aisle quite unmindful of it all
Went "our" lovely little girl and when he turned again
She had gone from sight and nowhere could he find her.

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4 There was violence & foul murder only in the play. But if thoughts could maim it might have been another way. No longer brother in the band, no friends, no buddy How could he do it, so unfair, selfish scheming rat But battles won is only war begun, I was yet to have my fun. I clapped with all the others, they said the play was good But my thoughts were running wild with plot & plan For soon we must be leaving and I behind must stay All because a loving brother, a friend tried & true Had stabbed me in the back and that with smiling face. We turned to go, he all gay & happy like the dark His glance was taunting, he knew that he had won But, ok then, I heard it from up front, low but no mistake The National anthem had stilled the crowd, stood them straight I caught his sleeve, turned him front and briefly smirked. Hardly a minute had passed but it seemed like hours To him who stood impatient with the music, that grand old song For flitting up the aisle quite unmindful of it all Went "our" lovely little girl and when he turned again She had gone from sight and nowhere could he find her.