Hey, man, you don’t talk to the Colonel. You listen to him. The man’s enlarged my mind. He’s a poet-warrior in the classic sense. I mean sometimes he’ll, uh, well, you’ll say hello to him, right? And he’ll just walk right by you, and he won’t even notice you. And suddenly he’ll grab you, and he’ll throw you in a corner, and he’ll say do you know that if is the middle word in life? If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you, if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you – I mean I’m no, I can’t – I’m a little man, I’m a little man, he’s, he’s a great man. I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across floors of silent seas –I mean – Hey, uh, don’t go – don’t go without me, OK? I want to get a picture. He can be terrible, he can be mean, he can be right. He’s fighting the war. He’s a great man. I mean… I wish I had words. I can tell you the other day he wanted to kill me – Because I took his picture. He said if I take his picture again – I’m gonna kill you. And he meant it ! So you just lay it cool, lay back, dig it… He gets friendly again, really does. But you don’t judge him like an ordinary man.

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