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Show Flying - 146 this morning. I better do it now while we got a minute." He flips open the hood latches and plunges into the engine compartment, free for a while. Some of these men are brutes, sir, there is no way to reach them. What the First Sergeant was saying to the Old Man while John Henry waited outside to be re-assigned. But the walls of tents are thin, and First Sergeants do not whisper well. Some of these men are brutes, sir. Nodding his head in commiseration with the captain. Some of these men are brutes, sir. You can't reason with the. Kindness is something they can't understand. "Here they come," says Wilberforce. "The landing's started." John Henry looks up and sure enough out of the smoke and haze on the horizon dozens of vihite wakes point toward the beach. "I can see men in them," says Wilberforce looking through his binoculars, "and trucks and tanks and APC's. This is it." On the beach below the aggressors are taking up their positions to repel the landing force and referees with white arm-bands on their fatigues are walking around making sure everything goes off according to the rules. As the landing craft get near the beach the activity on shore slows and stops, and there is only waiting. Even the referees are hidden somewhere in the rocks and brush at the edge of the white sand. |