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Show Flying - 71* dark and quiet, Tex came back from Killeen, went into the latrine for a few moments, then came back and lay down in his bed. It wasn't until the man on the other side heard him moan softly and fall out of bed, that they knew anything was wrong. He was still alive when the ambulance took him away, they tell John Henry, and the medics said he'd probably be all right. Friday morning, O'Connell comes back from the hospital and the psychiatrists. He strolls through the door a few minutes before work formation and waves happily at the troops. "Temporary blackout. I didn't know what I was doing, men," he says to the audience that gathers. "Hey, Joe," says John Henry, "could you. ..." "The medics said it could be because I've been under a lot of strain lately, what with Biggs picking on me and all. They wrote a note to the old man saying he should put me on light duty for a while." "Hey, Joe," says John Henry, "I need. ..." "Wilberforce said I could take it easy until we left for California. You're right, John, he's a real soft touch." "Hey, Joe, can I borrow twenty off you until payday? I need to go to Mexico this weekend," says John Henry. "I'll lend you twenty for twenty-eight," says O'Connell taking out his wallet. "Just make me out an IOU." Friday afternoon after lunch Tex comes back from the |