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To the left of him and to the right of him were planes just like his. To the left of him and the right of him were other waist gunners, standing over their own guns that were just like his gun, wearing the same uniform and the same heated gloves and the same heated shoes and fighting against the same twenty below cold. And there were fighter planes, ally and enemy, and they were all the same, and all the men in them were the same, and whether they flew back to England or Germany or to occupied France or Belgium they were all the same. They were men whose hearts beat hard in their ears when they were afraid, and who thought of hunger and cold and the warmth of women. They were all the same man.
His hands near frozen. His face that way too. The heating in his suit had failed forty minutes in. Twenty thousand feet and on oxygen just to protect himself from the empty air, and the cold was more than knives, more than ice. It was something that inhabited every part of hi
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At first she thought she was quite alone. She stood looking about herself, at the endless, sun-baked grass and the brassy sky and the small worn trails on the ground and the silent house behind her. She thought that she was the only human thing in existence, and she didn't know whether to be scared or content.
And then the wooden door creaked and scraped behind her, and she spun, and a man came out of the house. He was tall and lean, so tall his head nearly touched the top of the frame. His hair was blond and bleached into lighter streaks by the sun, and his skin was tanned almost to redness, and his long arms and broad shoulders were strong and solid. He stood filling the doorway, and just looking at her. And then he said, as if he had come to water in a desert, 'Cassie.'
'I wondered if this were heaven,' she said.
He looked at her bleakly. 'I wondered if it were hell,' he said after a pause.
She almost laughed, but seeing his expression, she did not. 'W