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Show Flying - 149 Wilberforce and John Henry lean back against the jeep and wait. Wilberforce doesn't seem disposed to go anywhere else and John Henry, who has had a tiring night, is glad to Just sit and take it easy, trusting to others to determine the course of the war. The sun is warm, the grass dry, the breeze gentle and filled with the pleasant smell of the sea. John Henry lets his helmet liner slide down over his eyes and yawns. I seem to have misjudged the army. A man was hurt and they stopped the whole machine to help him. Could there be humanity in the higher ranks after all. They stopped the exercise, put a halt to the war, turned back the boats so that one wounded man could get help faster. "They're starting again," says Wilberforce shaking him by the shoulder. "Here they come." Groggy with sleeping in the sun, John Henry sits up too fast and his helmet liner rolls away in the grass. He claps it back on his head quickly, and rubs his eyes. The boats are almost to the beach again, square bows smashing through the sea, disappearing in white foam, dipping and coming up again until they finally hit the sand, plow into it for a few feet, and stop. One by one all over the beach until it's almost filled with boats, the first ones to land already closing up again and backing away to make room for more. The infantrymen hit the sand running, rifles held high, |
