But I feel
that it's my duty to eat a lot so that I can keep up my strength
and continue to be a terror to all Germans. Uncle Sam expects this
of me, and I refuse to disappoint him."
"Oh, well, if that's your motive, it's all right," said Tom, with
mock gravity. "But seeing you in action, it looked to me as though
you really enjoyed your grub. I hope you'll excuse my mistake."
"Oh, that's all right, please don't mention it," said Billy, with
a magnanimous wave of his hand. "I've known others to make the
same mistake, but, believe me or not, they don't always accept my
statements as you do, when I explain the true state of affairs to
them."
"Some people are hard to convince, I suppose," replied Tom, "but I
guess I'm one of the easy ones."
"It's easier for both of you to talk than to wash mess gear
apparently," said Frank, "What do you say to canning some of that
brilliant repartee so that we can get these things out of the way
and have time for a little something else before taps blow?"
"Suits me," acquiesced Billy. "But it surely does make me feel bad
to have people think I really like to eat, and I can't seem to
rest easy until I set them right.
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