Chapter-17 They were the ones who had waited three years in vain for furloughs and while they waited received ill-spelled letters from home: We air hungry There won't be no crop this year��there ain't nobody to plow.

They were the ones who had waited three years in vain for furloughs and while they waited received ill-spelled letters from home: We air hungry There won't be no crop this year��there ain't nobody to plow.