supermen. Chapter One, Part Three Bruce August , 1914, Valcartier, Canada “Forward, march!”   The rain was making it difficult for Harvey to see, let alone keep his footing. “Watch out where you’re going, chump.” He felt a heavy elbow in his shoulder, and he fell face first in the mud. Then he was lifted up by his trousers and set back on his feet in line, still marching. “Kinda runty for a soldier.” “Leave him be, Gardiner.” The voice was familiar. The red-haired lout shrugged, and mumbled, “sir.”   Then the voice came from right behind his ear. “I told you not to follow me.” Harvey smiled through his dirt mask. “I couldn’t let you go to war without me.” Bruce didn’t smile back. “You always had more courage than sense.” Harvey smiled the lawyer’s smile he got from his daddy and retorted, “And you more courage than your sense could reckon with.”   “Down!”   Bruce leapt at the ground, pushing Harvey with him.   “Forward, crawl!” Harvey pulled himself, hand over hand, forward. “Rear down, Dent,” Bruce said, pulling Harvey’s leg till it slid back, and he fell into the right position.    “Aww, looks like Corporal Malone’s gone all sweet on the new recruit,” Gardiner said. “Am I going to have to shut that stupid mouth of yours again, Gardiner?” He grunted. “No, sir.” Next Part