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Show Flying - 185 conquered women eager to exchange it for love. Those were the days, Sergeant Armstrong says. "How're you doing, John?" says Jackson, strolling into the tent, thumbs hooked in his belt loops like a Texas cowboy and head thrown back. Just like Tex used to walk. "Keepin' the body alive," says John Henry. "How're you hangin'?" "Straight and true, baby. What's happening in the hills?" "War," says John Henry offering him a Phillip Morris, "but the good guys are winning." "Those cigarettes are twenty years old," says Jackson. "They even taste worse than that buffalo shit Tex used to smoke. Here, take one of nine." "You know," says John Henry, "I really wonder where he is now. Tex, I mean." "Dead, man, dead," says O'Connell who just walked in. "Tex is dead, man," says O'Connell sounding like the tolling of a bell. "He caught the disease of love and he died of it," sings O'Connell with mournful voice. "May it never happen to me." "There's other ways to look at it," says Jackson. "All right, all three of you men, let's go," says the booming voice of Sergeant Karafa. His black hair curling up over the neck of his T-shirt, the bear of C company stands in the doorway with a happy look on his face. |