Kurtz looked engrossed in the paper, but Owen had an idea that the man marked every half-salute, every soldier who forgot the situation and reverted to old beast habit. They all do. And the guy just stood there in his underwear, like an android whose memory circuits have been about three-quarters erased. He'd gotten this far, hadn't he? Fifty yards or so from the Scout, he heard a rapidly approaching whup-whup-whup — the unmistakable sound of a helicopter.
ng it was like his first junior high school crush — Mary Jo Martineau in a sleeveless white blouse and straight knee-length denim skirt. He was otherwise naked. Now spotlighted by enough candlepower to illuminate a small city, it looked like a set in a movie. She stared down past the railing.
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