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Show Flying - 148 lying on the sand." "Someone hurt in the landing, maybe?" says John Henry. "Don't see how anyone could have been hurt," says the lieutenant. "Anyway, they wouldn't stop the whole exercise just because someone got hurt. This is supposed to be a war, after all." Right. Can't stop the war because there's been a casualty. What the hell kind of war would that be. What would the people say. Two of the landing craft have loaded up and are putting out to sea again, crawling backward off the sand and into the surf. Only the one that landed first is still on the beach, but there are still enough men down there to obscure whatever caused it all. Can't be a man, thinks John Henry. 'Wilberforce must have seen wrong. They wouldn't stop the whole vast complex machinery of this maneuver just for that. Not them. But fifteen minutes later a helicopter with a big red cross painted on its side skims over their hill and lands near the men on the beach. Two men jump out carrying a stretcher and the circle parts for them. Even without the binoculars John Henry can plainly see that it is a body they pick up. The helicopter takes off with a roar and big swirling cloud of California sand that drives everybody back into the rocks and bushes. |
