Excerpt from Wordeater, 1981, Vol. 44<br><br>A slight murmur i ing. The few amongst us who have at en a moment or two of sleep are stirring, waking from soft warm dreams of life back home.<br><br>These young men, almost boys, come back to the cold barren hills their lives have led them to. Their pubescent aware ness of the local politics have fired them all with a deep red anger they all get set to wait, their hands on their guns.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.