wasnt

“He was tryin to get back to his Compny. I could have let him gone. But I didnt. I didnt know. I wasnt sure. This sand,” he said vaguely; then he said it again, viciously, “this sand. This goddam sand. Its like a goddam fuckin desert.” / “Its all in the game,” Warden said. “The whole thing was all in the cards. It wasnt your fault. Forget it.”

1951, James Jones, From Here to Eternity, New York, N.Y.: Charles Scribner’s Sons, page 742