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Show Flying - 50 the line behind him. Until Karafa sees it and says "O'Connell," in a whisper of such bestial menace that O'Connell immediately gets in step with the rest of the world. Biggs marches with springy step beside the platoon, hitting the side of his leg with the swagger stick at every step. Platoon firmly in hand, he is a happy man and sings under his breath The cactus blooms Smell like perfume Deep in the heart of Te-exas Off-key. With a quiet crunch of gravel and the restrained boom of double exhaust pipes a white Cadillac convertible cruises slowly by the platoon, a fine blonde-haired officer's woman at the wheel. "Look at that great sweet mother!" says Arkwright with reverence and longing. "I'd sure love to have me one of them." "Oh Christ yes," says John Henry. Biggs catches faintly the echo of his desire and frowns at Karafa, who frowns at Arkwright. "At ease," says the Black Bear, "you're supposed to be marching at attention." "What a fine blonde whore," says John Henry to himself, kicking at the gravel. Once within the motorpool fence. Biggs forms them up for |