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Show Flying - 96 rocking and drinking. Ain't no woman that's worth more'n two bucks, Sam. You remember that, you'll make out better'n I did. Sitting on the front porch in the spring in Guthrie, Oklahoma, looking out at the freshly plowed fields. He hasn't been back home now in three years. All around them civilian KP's hustle, clearing tables and moving chairs. John Henry stares at the blowing sand outside and dreads the time when he must go out into the heat. A few late-comers are still going through the chow line. A good man, Sergeant Sutter. Shaped by the terrors of the frontier. A man who has lived: the man with the word. And if you have any real doubts, baby, take a look at Tex. Who fell in love, sweet love, and died of it. Pay your five bucks and be done. "Korea's the place for some real screwing," says Arkwright, who came back from there four months ago. "Them gals really know how to treat a man right. You don't have to go out and look for them, neither. They'll come right into the quonset huts at night and wake you up. Cheap, too. Ain't no five-dollar whores over there. At the end of the month, when ever'body's broke, they'll lay you for most anything, couple bars of Ivory soap, C-rations, an old pair of boots, most anything you can find lyin' around." "Just be sure and wear your rubbers." says Tucson John. "They got a new kind of clap going around now that penicillin |
