He grew up on a flatlands farm near Waterproof, La., but farming was not in his blood. He was a fighter, afire with the killer instinct and the true fighter's determination to win. As a boy in the Louisiana marshes, he dropped his bird with the first shot. As a young schoolteacher, he asked for a school in Franklin Parish, where no teacher had lasted a term, and in the requisite number of recesses he beat his beefier charges into docility.
This was a truculent spirit headed for war. When war came in 1917,...
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