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Show Flying - 173 Camp Roberts for a wrecker, and the three sit by the side of the road and wait for rescue. "I guess I'll just tell them about the spider," says Thompson. "They can't do nothing to me if I tell them about the spider, can they?" "I don't think I'd tell them about bailing out and leaving us to our fate," says O'Connell, chewing on a piece of grass. "You sure picked a hell of a time to leave," says John Henry, "what with all them Mexicans coming at us and all." "I'll just say I lost control," says Thompson. "That's no lie," says O'Connell, "you lost more control than anybody I ever saw before." But the Company Commander doesn't believe a word of it. They stand before him in the headquarters tent, warm afternoon sun pouring down on the canvas and making everybody sweat, and try to explain. "That's ridiculous, Thompson," says the Captain. "In fact it's the stupidest story I've ever heard. Tarantulas that big don't Just drop out of the sky. Not even in California." "Out of the canvas top, sir. It must have been hiding in the canvas top," says Thompson. "Don't get wise with me, Thompson," says the Captain |
