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. I could not hear
him scream or see his expression, but he did an amazing piece of extemporaneous
Method acting that let me know the agony he was in.
All I can say is: Don't wave guns in my face. It brings out the worst in
me.
I went back to Gwen and that poor mother, touched my helmet to Gwen's.
"Anything we can do for her?"
"No. Nothing till we get her in to pressure. Not much then."
"How about the other two?" I suppose they were crying but when you can't
hear it or see it, what can you do?
"Richard, I think the best we can do is to leave this family alone. Keep an
eye on them but let them be. Until we reach Kong."
"Yes-Kong. Who is Taddie?"
"What?"
"Aunt Lilybet said, Taddie can drive.'"
"Oh. I think she meant the turret gunner. Her nephew."
So that's why I climbed up to check the turret. I had to go outside to get
up there, which I did-cautiously. But we had been correct-all dead. And so was
our turret gunner, Taddie. I climbed down, then back up into the passenger
compartment, got my three together-told them we had no relief driver.
I asked, "Bill, can you drive?"
"No, I can't, Senator. This is the first time in my life I've ever been in
one of these things."
"I was afraid of that. Well, it's been some years since I've driven one but
I know how, so- Oh, Jesus! Gwen, / can't."
•Trouble, dear?"
I sighed
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