Word: archers
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Archer O'Reilly, Jr. '31, secretary of the Associated Harvard Clubs, and other members will represent the Associated Harvard Clubs...
...Truth Is ... The stranger, a Captain Roy Archer, is attached to an infantry regiment stationed near by. From the first moment, Captain Archer fascinates and dominates Langrish, and when the captain invites him to drive into town to see a boxing match that night, Langrish happily accepts. Everything about Archer is mysterious: his talk about an imminent "crisis" and the need for dedicated soldiers, his warning that the "other lot," the enemy, is getting ready to attack, the tattooed sword and snake...
Soon the captain has Langrish training with him secretly, at night, to toughen him, finally gets Langrish's promise to enlist in his battalion. But when Langrish, confused by all the mystery, desperately insists on knowing what it's all about, Archer replies: "All right, then-the truth is that nobody knows." The enemy? "I only wish I knew...
...Despite Archer's puzzling mumbo jumbo, the idea of enlistment excites Langrish, begins to seem a wonderful means of escape from his dull life. He misses the enlistment date, but while taking a walk one day, stumbles on to the battalion camp and is forced into service against his will. His complaints are brushed off. He sees Archer from time to time, but the captain, now a major and soon a colonel, seems not to recognize...
...promotion. His health returns; he can even enjoy cigarettes again. But when he tries to escape for a short visit to his mother, he is thrown into jail. Escaping again, he kills a military policeman, gets home to find his mother dead, the house a shambles. When Archer comes to get him, Langrish shoots him, but Archer forgives him, dies with Langrish's promise to "come through" because the enemy is on the march. Strangely happy, Langrish starts back for camp, "aware that past and future were fused at last in the living moment...