| His voice was stiff and quivered a little
"Fug... 531 |
[Feb. 1st, 2010|02:53 am] |
His voice was stiff and quivered a little
"Fug the adjustments," Red said"It just makes me ache somewhere elseI ain't built for a pack, I got too many bones He kept on talking, glancing at Hennessey every now and then to see whether he was less nervousThe air was chill, and the sun at his left was still low and quiet without any heatHe stamped his feet, breathing the curious odor of a ship's deck, oil and tar and the fish smell of the water
"When do we get into the boats?" Hennessey asked
The shelling was still going on over the beach, and the island looked pale green in the dawnA thin wispy line of smoke trailed along the shore"What! Do ya think this is gonna be any different today? I figure we'll be on deck all morning But as he spoke, he noticed a group of landing craft circling about a mile from them in the |
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