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Show Wall of a Lost Soul. . This is not a camp story, but one written by a lieutenant on his way "over there." "On onr first lap out we were having boat drill one dny. The bell rang and every one grubbed up life preservers and started for their lifeboats. As I came out on the main deck to boat No. 10 one of tho aft guns let loose with a ferriflc roar at target practice. .Tust then a big negro came up scrambling out of n hatchway, yelling, 'O, Lordy, Lordy, where am mah life deserter? I dono heah dat submarine a-moanln' for mab soul I' " |