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Show Flying - 157 the road between two trees, about neck high," he explains to Jackson. "Cut your head off clean as a razor. Guy'd come along in a jeep, going forty or fifty mile an hour, and Zip! his head'd be rolling in the dust. We got to welding a piece of pipe upright to the front bumper after a while, to catch the wire, but we sure lost a few fools first. They'd go driving down them little French roads in the evening, and in the morning you'd find them sitting in the jeep in the middle of some field, with their heads torn off." "At least in wartime people don't go around treating soldiers like dirt," says Armstrong. "Your bet, sarge," says the Pfc. "Check," says Tucson John. "Dollar," says Jackson. " I ' l l take two cards." "Only good thing about war," says -Tucson John, "is the women. They don't expect nothing and they don't bitch when they don't get i t . Give me one card." " I ' l l play t h e s e , " says the Pfc. "They're all whores then, that's for dann sure," says Armstrong. "Pack of cigarettes, chocolate bar, lipstick, a pair of nylons-they'll lay you for anything you got." "Bet five," says Jackson. "Call," says the Pfc. "Let's see them." Jackson lays down h i s cards with a broad smile. "Damned if I d i d n ' t go and draw me two more h e a r t s , " he says. "Got |
