Bio

Your parents always wanted the besfjor you. From birth they pushed you to read. to Jearn . to understand. and you served them proud.
Your parents worked like mad to get you through college. In fact, they practically pushed you into it. You found a new Jove at Miskatonic:
the unknown past. The same awe that had kept you up until the wee houn of the morning readingjules verne as a lad was born anew in
the accounts of 6gyptologiJfJ and the hunfjor the source ojthe Nile. Doctor Doud, your mentor. showed you a new line of Jfudy, megaliths. Your senior year
you butted heads with the myJtery of .Stonehenge. lamenting the fact that you would never have the chance to go to 6urope and touch the Jfones. see the
archaeology jim-hand. Then. suddenly, you did have the chance.
You didn ‘t quite look twenty-one when you enlisted. but the Army didn ’t seem to mind: they were taking just about anybody to fight jor the cause of
Freedom . Your parents were mortified when they found out. You don ’t even have your degree yet, and you ’re croJJing the ocean to get youne/j killed/ You
didn ’t wantto upset them. but at the same time, the war is important. Woodrow Wilson. the greateJf president since Lincoln. needs you to make the world safe
jor Democracy. Besides. when the war’s done you ‘II be a hero (if all goes well), and will get to go to 6ngland and see the stone circles that you find so captivating.
In the meantime, you were sure the war would be a great adventure. the adventure of a lifetime .
You were wrong. The jim JiK months were spent training in reserve. drilling , training, eKercising. You were never one jor sports. and you tire easily. The
toil would have killed you if nofjor that great lad 6mmett R.Yan, who helped pull you through it. He’s not very educated, but he’s got a head full of earthy
common sense, and he’s a dear friend. Then you finally went to the front . The jim week you were numb. shocked beyond words by the shelling, the wounded.
the squalor. the devaJfation, and the sheer horror of combat. In the last week since the big ojfemive began. your battalion hm only gained three miles at
horrendous coif. Now you ‘re to push forward again/ The Argonne Forest is a waking nightmare. all jog and ravines and trees and barbed wire. You were
jooliJh to have enliJted, but you must Jive up to your commitment. ·
The restojyounquad seem all right. Take Grimm.]or instance (what an apt name!). He’s the true dogojwar. You don ‘t/ike him but you respect him. His
two bullet scan have earned him the right to grumble and push everyone so hard. At jim you didn ’t undemand. but now you know he’s hardening you and
the other guys, trying to save your lives. 6arl Martin, he ‘s very distant. hard to talk to . He ’s been around the world, though You really envy him . And his
poems/ He ’s another Yeats. sure/y.Jnjames Mason you see a kindred spirit: another idea/iff caught in this living hell and having a hard time oj it. You and he
Jean on each other a bit. With 6mmett’s help, it’s enough You don ’t like McNalley, though He seems a bad sort, and one night while he was drunk you heardhim bragging about a criminal record. You keep your eyes on him.