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Entries from September 18, 2010

“Hola, mi vato,” Wireman said, and gave me a…

September 18, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

“Hola, mi vato,” Wireman said, and gave me a wan smileHis hair, neatly combed back when he made his entrance with Elizabeth and Jack, had fallen down around his ears, and there were dark circles 743 around his eyes”Why don’t you grab yourself a cup of coffee? It tastes like factory-made shit, but it do [...]

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His own silver harpoon was beside him, along…

September 17, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

His own silver harpoon was beside him, along with a glass of water 885 I went past the family portrait, down the stairs, and into the kitchenHere the rush of the wind and the roar of the surf was louder than everI picked up the phone and heardDid you think Perse would neglect the phones? [...]

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Above us, the sky had deepened to an indigo that…

September 16, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Above us, the sky had deepened to an indigo that would soon be violet”My count,” Wireman saidTRES!” They pulled and I pushed as well as I could with my remaining armThat was pretty well, because my remaining arm had grown strong during my months on Duma KeyFor a moment the cap resistedThen it slid toward [...]

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“How fuggin long we got to wait up here?” “Hold…

September 15, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

“How fuggin long we got to wait up here?” “Hold your water,” Croft told him”Half the commo platoon is coming with us, and they ain’t even up yet “Well, why ain’t they?” Gallagher askedHe pushed his helmet farther back on his head”It’s just like the bastards to have us wait up on deck where we [...]

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Brown’s been batting my ear about how good…

September 14, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Brown’s been batting my ear about how good Stanley isI figured he’d be the best man to work with Brown Croft broke the stick in two”I know, Stanley is the biggest goddam brown-nose in the platoon, but at least he wanted the job, which is more than you can say for Red or WilsonIf he [...]

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Jus’ a little ol’ burst o’ machine-gun…

September 13, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Jus’ a little ol’ burst o’ machine-gun fireAbruptly, he realized that the entire bivouac probably was awake now, and men everywhere were listening tenselyGoddam, Wilson sighed, Ah get in more trouble when Ah get drunkHe began to giggle to himself Next morning the squad returned to the bivouac of headquarters and headquarters companyThey had been [...]

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And the purser was Kerrigan The General had sent…

September 12, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

And the purser was Kerrigan The General had sent him out on a special detail to buy some extras for officers’ mess when clearly it was a job for one of the officers in Horton’s sectionSomehow he had sensed the General’s motive, he must have, otherwise why would he have gone to the trouble of [...]

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The exposed flesh had turned a sickly…

September 11, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

The exposed flesh had turned a sickly brown-green”Look jus’ like a shoulder o’ lamb,” Wilson statedHe sighed again, and began to wander off down the ridgeThere were a few natural caves on the reverse slope, and in one of them were a half dozen dead men piled over many boxes and crates”Hey, men,” Wilson yelled, [...]

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Wilson ignored him”It’s a damn shame’s all Ah can…

September 10, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

Wilson ignored him”It’s a damn shame’s all Ah can say when a bunch of men like us is risking our ass for a whole goddam week, and they ain’t even any souvenirs left His voice trailed off bitterly”Goddam shame,” he repeated to himself Martinez prodded with his shoe the genitals of the charred corpseThe genitals [...]

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An undependable people; in the Inquisition they…

September 9, 2010 · No Comments · Uncategorized

An undependable people; in the Inquisition they let the Jews in at Genoa, but at Naples He shrugs, watches the mother wash the blood away, fit a patch of adhesive to the cut The old man laughs to himself, the delicate filtered laughter of a pessimist who is reassured that things have turned out badlyNu, [...]

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