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Show Flying - 190 waters of the Mississippi for i t s t e r r i b l e floods. They are caught up without fault of their own in an abomination they did not make. With a l i t t l e brotherhood, we could do wonders. A r u s t l e louder than that of the green oak-leaves about him, the breaking of a twig, a quiet whisper somewhere close by-John Henry looks down. In the long grass beneath the tree is a man moving snakelike along the ground. His face is smeared with burnt cork, his uniform a darker green than John Henry's, on h i s head is a black knitted wool cap with leaves and twigs and blades of grass woven into i t . An aggressor sneaking through the brush to attack the Eden in the valley below. Careful to make no sound that would reveal his presence, John Henry peers a l l around. A waving of branches indicates nore aggressors coning up the east slope of the ridge to join the f i r s t one. About to becone a hero, John Henry carefully and quietly slips back the bolt of his carbine and, wrapping his whole hand around i t to muffle the click, slides i t forward again to push a blank round into the chamber. 'With the same great care he releases the safety and points the gun-barrel down through the leaves, ready to call upon the invaders to surrender or die. Index finger wrapped lovingly around the trigger, he opens his mouth for the yell that will redeem his warrior's reputation, make him one of the brave men of C company, get Captain Black off his t a i l forever. Nevermore to be a fuckup, a goof.-off, a |