Adventure Magazine Cover — page 111: what you’re looking at

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r g hd \\\ ~\\\ mA fi THAT FRONT-LINE FEELIN’? by R. Rondale GAY Buddy, won’t you tell me straight, honest an’ square dealin’, Ain’t there times, now an’ then, when you miss that front-line feelin’? You know how it was up there when a-goin’ in at first— Feelin’ kinda tight inside but rough—ready for the worst. Then, after you’d been in a hitch an’ learned to play the game, That flirtin’ around with Old Man Death never did get tame! . But since you’re back an’ seen the folks an’ played about a bit, Don’t things get sadly slow, you know? Just nothin’ seems to fit. “War is Y’ Tl say it is! But now, Buddy, you compree; Penny-ante has no kick after playin’ limit free! You’ll remember how it was when we didn’t give a —— ’Twas: ‘‘Here she comes! Hey! Hit a hole!”’ woo0OOSH— Ka-Bam! Ka-Baml 3 ° Yes, you remember how it was those mad days on the line. Men’s souls were stripped—-an’ then we found that most of ’em were fine. These easy days an’ easy ways are pretty soft, I know, But ain’t there times you long to hear our battle-cry, ‘Let’s go!”’? _ Somehow that front-line feelin’ is almighty hard to match. Life always tastes th’ sweeter when you’ve got ’er up at scratch. IOI | cComichooks.com