And one of the videoteam was killed at Kelikut, so the other one and I-got drunk this evening,in his memory. The Blue Forest Military Reservation they'd called it, back at the assemblycenter. There was no sound from the latrine, and he did not bother to look in. Romlar raised an eyebrow.
He wondered what they'd do at day's end in lieu of a shower. Penal platoons were used in the most dangerous situations, theirmen to be shot on the spot for any failure, or even slowness, to obeyorders. Who goes there? the man asked quietly. Within the thick, insulating adobe walls it was some fifteen or twentydegrees cooler, and they closed the door behind them, shutting out theheat.
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