The mother showed him a letter Trimble had written as he sailed to his death.
Vidal convinced himself he was not really jealous after all, that what he and Trimble had was between only them.
Vidal would learn that Trimble was buried on the battlefield, but later exhumed and shipped home to be interred near his home.
In February of 1945, Trimble shipped out with the invasion force for Iwo Jima.
Vidal was not surprised to learn that Trimble had become involved with a woman.
You an' Miss Trimble have happened on a kind of poor day, you know.
Trimble's got a fine lot—Georgians and Alabamians and Mississippians.
"An ancient custom of buccaneers and pirates," put in old Trimble Rogers, with an air of grave authority.
He passed other bivouacs—men of Rodes's, of Garland's, of Trimble's.
You don't suppose, Mis' Trimble—I ain't seen the girls out to meetin' all winter.