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Show Flying - 15 blown tires, sudden pot-holes, broken steering mechanisms, failing brakes and oil-crazed Texas millionaires shooting out of side roads in big white Cadillacs, stands it for half an hour and suddenly breaks. "For the love of God, Pierson, watch what you're doing and hang on to the steering wheel.'" he screams. John Henry drives straighter and worse for a while, thinking about how much he hates officers in general and asshole second lieutenants from small-college ROTC units in particular. But there is no way to kill this one without doing himself in at the same time-not in an army jeep with all sorts of metal fittings sticking out in all directions ready to impale the unwary and mutilate the careless. And there's no way out of the Army, either. So John Henry drives steadily on toward the West he has never seen, taking with him his military burdens, and spinning out the many days he has left to serve in this man's Army. No way out. At Big Spring, Texas, a happy cop who seems to recognize a brotherly soul in Lieutenant Wilberforce tells them the road ahead is closed for repairs and they must go on south through Midland and Odessa before they can turn north to Andrews, where the Fifty-third will rest for the night. John Henry eases the jeep through town, riding close to the sidewalk on these wide western streets to catch the shadow of |