Show S I 1 NOT THE MISSILE TO BE dad I 1 D don dont t be afraid of a bullet that you youve ve heard whistle said another old soldier if it sings in your ear car rest assured that it will never harm you it is a fact as any old baldier feol dier will tell you that you never hear the bullet which hits you it iq Is a lem of as the boys in fn the army called jt it in other words the bullet which you hear sing has al ready sped laa past st you and the bullet which hits bits has hissed in arthe the ear of some other fellow in passing be fore it got to you it is a simple proposition after all the singing of the bullet is the atmospheric bibra tio alon which is created and the resist ance which the air offers to the ress of the bullet this cannot be detected by the ear until the bullet nas crossed a parallel line with the ear it may sail over your head or chizz close to the ground but it if it passes you at all the ear will catch the sound of its fl to the soldier of many battles the voice of the bul let is music he knows that he need have no fear 0 the bullet that sings in his ears it is the bullet that be h does not hear that must be feared and it is this bullet which always brings harm to him no soldier ever heard the bullet which inflicted a wound on him I 1 was amused by a raw taw soldier who was attached to our command it was his first time on oil the firing line we were skirmishing and some sharpshooters were having some wine fun at our expense A bullet whizzed close to him faintly we could hear the crack of the rifle but it was not distinct enough to alarm even a novice the singing of the bullet however brought a blanched expression to his face he did not wince however we were lying in the edge of the woods another bul let buzzed by I 1 don t like the sound said the young soldier zip another bullet split the air very close to his head he was paler still comrade he said to me between bleached lips I 1 don dont t want to be shot from ambush lets charge the devils I 1 told him not to fear a bullet that had spoken to him on its flight out he did not like the idea of lying there in the woods and listening to the voices of these ble messengers of death baltimore american |