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Show Flying - 160 He remembers with pleasure the smoking hole in the field jacket the sergeant of the guard held. By God they'd better not fuck with me. I'll wait until they're right up on top of me and then I'll let them have it. They walk back and forth betx-ieen the rows of trucks , stunbling a little in the long grass, watching carefully for the dark silent shapes of infiltrators. This is the third relief and it's alnost light already, gray dawn and the fog coning in fron the sea. About five o'clock, John Henry figur.es, weaving his way between the din shapes that loon suddenly out of the gray as you get near. Another hour and I can get some sleep. Wilberforce said he wouldn't need ne until noon. Another hour and I can get to bed. If they don't get ne before then. If they capture ne I'll just give ny name, rank, and serial number. RA19608131. But if they torture me I'll talk. I cannot stand pain. I'll tell then all they want to know. Everything. The disposition of our troops. The nane of my commanding officer. How many C-rations we have on hand. Everything. Ke and Benedict Arnold. Except that he did it out of conviction and I shall do it out of fright. "How well did you know Tex?" says Jackson, walking along beside hin. A soft-spoken question floating out of the grey fog, bringing with it a new kind of fear. |