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Show /S3 "So what's the deal?" "It's the fires the brass are worried about. No fires after sundown." "I don't have a fire." "They're worried you might start a fire, so nobody's allowed on the beach after sundown. I think it's a crock myself." "A submarine see a fire?" "With those periscopes, Sir. They can see quite a bit. And fire shows up a long ways." At night a bomber pilot can see a match three miles below him. "O.K.," I said, "we won't build a fire. We won't even think of building a fire." "That's good, because if you had a fire, I'd have to ask you to leave right now. Because xx° even if there ain't no subs to see it, the lieutenant would, and it would be my» ass." "No fires," I assured him. "I gotta ride on north and I usually have a cup of joe up at that end of the patrol, so I won't be back by here for a couple of hours. That'd give you plenty of time to leave." "Oh yeah, no strain. And no fires." I shook my head positively. "If I saw a fire I'd have to come right back and put you on report for not obeying i my i instructions to leave." "No fires." "I'd be back on the double." He wore a sidearm and an armband. The dappled grey was a mare and looked strong and fast. "I won't even light a cigarette." "Oh, a smoke would be O.K. The lieutenant won't see that. But no fires." "No fires.' Hey, I didn't *know the Navy rode horses." "I'm the Coast Guard, Sir." "Oh." Somehow that seemdd to explain everything. "Well, good night, Sir. I'll be back in about two hours. The rest is |
