a web in the ruddy glow of the oil-lamp ...

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...and Tom picked himself up and walked back to the rallying point. He stood in line and waited while the sergeant went through the roll, then he sat with the other men and had a cigarette. And the men talked about things. They cleaned their guns and wiped their faces, and they shared some of their hopes and dreams.

But like most of the men, Tom wanted only one thing - to get out of the rotten trenches, and to leave the filthy, stinking war far behind. He saw, in his mind, the woman he loved, and the house he wanted to build, and the farm he wanted to clear. And he saw the laughing, happy children he wanted to have.

Perhaps one of them is you?