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McKeon reached the edge of Ribbon Creek-some 3,700 ft. from the platoon's barracks-shortly after 8:30 p.m. The tide, with its strong current, was rising. McKeon stepped from the mudbank into the chill (58°) water and turned upstream, hugging the shoreline. Turning, he called out: "Everybody O.K.?" Behind him, the marching column was floundering. Again he shouted: "Everybody O.K.?" The answer came loud: "No!" Men were deep in the mud; Recruit Raymond Delgado yelled that he was up to his chest in the muck. McKeon turned to Recruit John Michael Maloof and ordered...
McKeon turned left, away from the mudbank, then another left, downstream. Here the current was swift, and the column became a mass of bobbing men struggling desperately to keep their heads above water. Someone screamed for help. Then, in complete panic, there was a mad, clawing rush for the mudbank. Recruit Lew Brewer saw that big (6 ft. 3 in.) Norman Wood was in trouble. Brewer went to help, found himself pulled under water and fighting for his life against Wood's frenzied embrace. Brewer freed himself and surfaced; Wood was nowhere to be seen. Recruit Thomas Doorhy dragged...
Half a dozen men locked arms, others seized hold. One by one, the exhausted men of Platoon 71 reached the mudbank. The last two half dragged to safety Staff Sergeant Matthew McKeon, who had worked himself to near-exhaustion trying to correct his dreadful mistake...
...while thereafter, Evergood seemed to have been beached on the mudbank of the Depression. His bitterness began to have a period flavor, and fell from favor. But with his like-minded peers Jack Levine and Ben Shahn, Evergood has come back strong in recent years, steadily, if spottily, extending the range of his art. An Evergood show today is apt to run the gamut from gloomy realism through cartoon-style satire to exuberant fantasy, and to include some of the freshest and most skillful canvases of the season...
...Afloat one day, the Water Rat assured the Mole: "Believe me, my young friend, there is nothing-absolutely nothing-half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply messing . . ." Unfortunately, while the Water Rat is expounding this view, he absentmindedly runs his boat on to a mudbank...