The soldier swung around again, the comfortable look going the way of the grin and the laughter. The scariest rumors clustered around reports that something had crash-landed in the woods, not far from where the men had reported the cigar-shaped craft hovering over the powerlines. Like most other folks, he had spent the morning glued to the TV. He regarded the hot dogs lying there in the snow with something like revulsion, then bent down, rewrapped them, and tucked them into one of his coat pockets.
'I can get them!' came crackling over the radio. 'It'll be straightened out by tomorrow morning, I'm sure. ' Kurtz sprayed the cards. That's death calling, or maybe Death, and I must be very quiet if I'm to avoid him, he missed me in the crowd, ma
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