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Show Flying - 191 yardbird, a goldbrick, a bug-out, John Henry takes a deep breath and s t a r t s to shout. But nothing comes. The yell that will make him a hero dies in his throat. One more time, John Henry. You can s t i l l do i t , boy. You s t i l l have your chance to be a good soldier. The lead man is d i r e c t l y under John Henry's tree now, looking cautiously through the grass at the happy feast below. He motions with his hand, and two more s l i t h e r up beside him. Now's the time, John Henry. Yell now and march down into the crowd below with your three prisoners at gunpoint. All eyes will be on you. Those three men crawling down there are the enemy. Once nore John Henry opens his nouth to give the crisp ultimatum that will make a soldier out of him forever, and once more his vocal cords f a i l him at the great moment. His mouth hangs open and nothing comes out except the sound of his breath. All three aggressors are looking down at the merriment below them now, parting the t a l l grass for a better view, peering with their blackened faces over the edge of the ridge, invisible from below in the deepening dusk. They seem to come to a decision and pull gas grenades from their belts. There's s t i l l time. John Henry. Perhaps you could s t i ll freeze them in t h e i r tracks with one commanding y e l l . You |
