PRESCRIPTION FOR A GUNNER,

28th Heavy News, Volume 2, Issue 3, 29 January 1943, Page 2

PRESCRIPTION FOR A GUNNER,

A cool roan. Blinds nearly down, to keep out the sun. Motes dancing in a tray golden bean. The soft, deep glint of smooth polished oak. A carpet, quiet, .♦emote, restful, almost invisible in its serene blending with the room, with the somnolence of a suburban afternoon. Cerces dusk, the evening paper, ♦ a hiji heaped." ; jowl of salad, crisp, fresh, green, gaily bedecked with the lard aggressive ncanprdmising white and friendly yellow of egg, and the rich, blushing, .promising ed of tomato. Nose, palate, respond to the irresistible tang of pickled onion, lest, read. The fire glows red, great coals give of their stored heat.. Springs .’ f settee yield, yet support tired back, weary thighs, legs luxuriously j melodious reminder from the clock, the most diffident of murmurs, ” Your turn to .aka supper ?”• ; Tray .with coffee, hot, .strong, sweet. Coconut biscuits, • and rich, nicy, solid fruit -.cake.;A bath, Full, hot, soapy; long and deep. Time stands bile -grime, sweat, are found, banished. A bedroom. A double bed. Cool sheets, urnad invitingly down. Soft, .plump pillows. Aid a firm'plump woman. Chaining, understanding, and willing. A woman whose gentle ’yes’ is the sweetest sound . ..inner ever heard, when he asks the question all soldiers are longing to ask: Barling, may I have an uninterrupted night’s' sleep?”