Under their ponchos, each of H Company'stroopers had the same. The firstshot bit, the other two knocked bark from the side of the tree. Now he simply grinned. Whadya got there? he asked.
On the flanks,along the open fen and bog, mortars thumped, preregistered on the roadahead. Remember the littlekids that talked to us in the street, back in Oldu Tez-Boag? They thoughtwe were from Splenn. They'd started out withmore, had eaten some and left others in piles along the road for the returntrip-hopefully a return trip. The black face flashed teeth.
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