Audrey wonders if he'll die IN his country before he ever gets a chance to die FOR his country

Tell you what we ain't gonna do." He came closer. "We ain't gonna let you N**** get a taste for white women. That's why you all in such a hurry to get to France.""Aubrey wanted to retch. A taste. As if they'd risk their lived, leave home, and put up with all this redneck prejudiced sh*t in the army, just to lay hands on white girls

What's most shocking... is that you mingled romanitcally with N**** soldiers... Have you no shame? No pride in your race?""Not at the moment... but I do take pride in my friendship with a brilliant young man who was always decent, kind, and a perfect gentleman. Which is more than can be said for plenty of own race that have passed through these doors.

Here is a new musical phenomenon. Not songs written for black musicians by white composers. Not humiliating parodies that grope for a laugh, joking at the black singers' expense. Black composers and lyricists, black musicians excellent in their own right. Not merely excellent, but daring and vibrant and wholly original.