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...left by Kelly at the sweeper position may be filled by either of this year's co-captains, Gia Barresi or Jenny Pyle. Barresi played the position well during the Crimson's final game of last season, a 1-1 tie with Yale, when Kelly was whistled for a five-minute penalty...
...Ernie Pyle, the best-known, most-admired newspaper correspondent of World War II, spent most of his time with the infantry, often in the front lines and under fire. He wrote down the names and hometowns of G.I.s he found eating cold C rations in muddy foxholes, and his stories rarely mentioned anyone above the rank of captain. It was, as he said, a "worm's-eye view" of the war, and in this deftly edited collection of his dispatches, Pyle's view of what is now an ancient campaign returns as a haunting narrative. A column written from Tunisia...
There is a dogged quality to this gentle description, an absolute determination not to let go of the reader before he is made to understand what these infantrymen are enduring. Pyle himself, like the soldiers he covered, was new to war, and only recently rid of the romantic, patriotic belligerence of the Stateside noncombatant. His writing at this period sometimes lapsed into a chatty journalese. A few months before, in Algeria, sounding like a reporter quoting a football coach, he had written cheerily of wounded soldiers who were "busting to get back into the fray again." This was the conventional...
...North African campaign against Rommel's troops taught Pyle how to write about the dead. A long, impressionistic list of what war was composed of ("blown bridges and dead mules and hospital tents") ended with the words "and of graves and graves and graves...
Anyone who is good with words can manufacture eloquence when it is required, but by now the war had burned away this old feature writer's professional glibness. What Pyle had begun to send back home was some of the finest war reporting ever done. His folksiness fit the slow, edgy lulls between battles, and he knew how to suggest, in spare language that avoided Hemingway's staginess but clearly was learned from the early best of Hemingway, how it felt to stumble through the bloody...