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Show Flying - 120 enough for one car, between rock wall and the edge of nothing, and John Henry keeps praying he won't meet a deuce-and-a-half from some other company coming down. "I arranged for you to be transferred to Systems Control," says Wilberforce. "It'll be a good experience for you. You can learn a lot from Specialist Tovar and it'll be a good chance for you to find out how a battalion communications system works. Might come in handy some day." John Henry wrenches the jeep around one last turn in the dirt road and they come out on a flat hilltop. There are taller summits all around them, but there are gaps enough for a carefully-aimed line of sight radio shot to make it through in most directions. Wilberforce lays out his map on the grass. "You line up the map for north and south first," he says to John Henry. "Like this. You lay the compass needle along this line on the map, which indicates magnetic north, and you've got it. Now all you've got to do is take readings on a few of those peaks and you can find out exactly where you are." And some day, John Henry, if you learn to do all this, they might even make you an officer. Just as good as me. Almost. "We're right here," says the lieutenant, making a big X on the map. |