The rest are simply «dead men with
temporary use of their arms and legs,» explains one of the riflemen, and in Fuller's clear - eyed portrait of combat, the only glory in war is survival.
But Tracey was unashamedly her mother's aspiration and avatar, her only joy, in those thrilling yellow bows, a frou - frou skirt
of many ruffles and a crop top revealing inches
of childish nut - brown belly, and as we pressed up against the pair
of them in this bottleneck
of mothers and daughters entering the church I watched with interest as Tracey's mother pushed the girl in front
of herself - and in front
of us -
using her own body as a means
of obstruction, the flesh on her
arms swinging as she beat us back, until she arrived in Miss Isabel's dance class, a look
of great pride and anxiety on her face, ready to place her precious cargo into the
temporary care
of others.