Into an ambulance he climbed. Ulysses the man from North Carolina was to take a journey from the field to the station. From the station to a ship. Across the sea he would be tussled, until he landed in an American harbor.
As the ambulance bounced across the French land Ulysses heard again that horrible din. An explosion ripped through the air, and the lorry was tossed upon its side. Ulysses pulled himself out of the chamber, and saw no man left alive.
“I have been sent home, but still fate attempts to stop me.” He picked up a broken rifle in his bandaged, clubbed, hands and used it as a cane to help him slog his way to the rail station.
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