Saturday Hero

distance thunder of war and the loneliness of a dream. That's our story. Saturday hero, taken from the files of John Steel, adventurer. Story that's as timely as tomorrow's headlines. You know, some people you can know for years and they never surprise you.

Then there are others who are full of surprises. Well Joe Trasky was that kind of guy. Just when I thought I had him slotted away in a convenient cubbyhole, he'd let go of the new wrinkle that I'd never even knew was there.

But it took a complete stranger to really introduce me to Joel. All this sound like double talk, but you just stick around and listen to his story. Maybe you'll get what I mean. I did it.

When the last war was over and the time came for getting out I stayed in. It was because the Army was the only job I know. It was because it seemed like the thing to do.

I don't know, but I did it. And a funny thing happened. I felt like I'd been locked in the stadium after the football game was over. was still the same army all right but somehow was different. It was different without the old excitement. You turn it in your stomach which means you jump where

your brains clicked. You know they were using real bullets. It was different without the guys. The guys that laughed for you jumped for the effort with you. We're many of them around. And one morning I wandered into the methole and some Joe and there's waving his jaw about Korea. Made around that day I found that he wasn't just waving