In the morning when the cafe opened he went up to the counter and asked the woman where you went to join the army. She said that the recruiting office was at the armory on South Silver Street but she didnt think they’d be open this early.
Thank you mam, he said.
You want some coffee?
No mam. I aint got no money.
Set down, she said.
Yes mam.
He sat on one of the stools and she brought him a cup of coffee in a white china mug. He thanked her and sat drinking it. After a while she came from the grill and set a plate of eggs and bacon in front of him and a plate of toast.
Dont tell nobody where you got it, she said.
The recruiting office was closed when he got there and he was waiting on the steps with two boys from Deming and a third from an outlying ranch when the sergeant arrived and unlocked the door.
They stood in front of his desk. He studied them.
Which one of you all aint eighteen, he said.
No one answered.
They’s usually about one in four and I see four recruits in front of me.
I aint but seventeen, Billy said.
The sergeant nodded. Well, he said. You’ll have to get your mama to sign for you.
I dont have no mama. She’s dead.
What about your daddy?
He’s dead too.
Well you’ll have to get your next of kin. Uncle or whatever. He’ll need to get a notarized statement.
I dont have no next of kin. I just got a brother and he’s youngern me.
Where do you work at?
I dont work nowheres.
The sergeant leaned back in his chair. Where are you from? he said.
From over towards Cloverdale.
You got to have some kin.
Not that I know of I dont.
The sergeant tapped his pencil on the desk. He looked out the window. He looked at the other boys.
You all want to join the army, he said.
They looked at one another. Yessir, they said.
You dont sound real sure.
Yessir, they said.
He shook his head and swiveled his chair and rolled a printed form into his typewriter.
I want to join the cavalry, the boy from the ranch said. My daddy was in the cavalry in the last war.
Well son you just tell em when you get to Fort Bliss that that’s what you want to do.
Yessir. Do I need to take my saddle with me?
You dont need to take a thing in the world. They’re goin to look after you like your own mother.
Yessir.
He took their names and dates of birth and next of kin and their addresses one by one and he signed four mealvouchers and gave them to them and he gave them directions to the doctor’s office where they were to get their physical examinations and he gave them the forms for that.
You all should be done and back here right after dinner, he said.
What about me? Billy said.
Just wait here. The rest of you all take off now. I’ll see you back here this afternoon.
When they’d left the sergeant handed Billy his forms and his voucher.
You look there at the bottom of that second sheet, he said. That’s a parental consent form. If you want to join this man’s army you better bring it back with your mama’s signature on it. If she has to come down from heaven to do it I dont have a problem in the world with that. You understand what I’m tellin you?
Yessir. I guess you want me to sign my dead mama’s name on that piece of paper.
I didnt say that. Did you hear me say that? No sir.
Go on then. I’ll see you back here after dinner. Yessir.
He turned and went out. There were people standing in the door behind him and they stood aside to let him pass.
Parham, the sergeant said.
He turned. Yessir, he said.
You come back here this afternoon now, you hear?
Yessir.
You aint got noplace else to go.
He walked across the street and untied his horse and mounted up and rode back up Silver Street and up West Spruce, holding the papers in his hand. All the streets east and west were trees, north and south minerals. He tied his horse in front of the Manhattan Cafe cattycorner from the bus station. Next to it was the Victoria Land and Cattle Company and two men in the narrowbrimmed hats and walkingheel boots that landowners wore were standing on the sidewalk talking. They looked at him when he passed and he nodded but they didnt nod back.
He slid into the booth and laid the papers on the table and looked at the menu. When the waitress came he started to order the plate lunch but she said that lunch didnt start till eleven oclock. She said he could get breakfast.
I’ve done eat one breakfast today.
Well we dont have no city ordinance about how many breakfasts you can eat.
How big of a breakfast can I get?
How big of a one can you eat?
I’ve got a mealticket from the recruitin office.
I know it. I see it layin yonder.
Can I get four eggs?
You just tell me how you want em.
She brought the breakfast on an oblong crockery platter with the four eggs over medium and a slice of fried ham and grits with butter and she brought a plate of biscuits and a small bowl of gravy.