In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Yes, sir, I'm glad about one thing - the thing has finally come to a real war." Fat, puffy fingers twirled the drink round and round on the table. "I only wish I were young enough to be with our young men. They'll be sorry they ever tangled with us! I have a nephew" -here he wiped his nose on his sleeve- "that's gettin' all the adventure I'd be dying to have. To the young fellas belongs the vengeance. Lucky young dog. Ha, there'll be no holdin' him when he comes back. Why I bet ... "
The Angle: Vol. 1961:
1, Article 17.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjf.edu/angle/vol1961/iss1/17