"Joe Haldeman - 1968" - читать интересную книгу автора (Haldeman Joe)

Moses and Killer dug a hole. You cut down a few trees about 4 inches in diameter and then cut them into
two short logs and a bunch of long ones. Gave me two good blisters on my palms.

We took the logs back to the hole, which looked a lot like a grave! About three feet by six feet by five
feet deep. There was a sandbag for each corner; we put the short logs on the three-foot sides and then
laid the long ones out in a roof. Then we filled more sandbags with the dirt out of the hole and put them
on top. They say four layers of sandbags will stop a mortar round. We did five.

You don't sleep in the bunker. It's just in case of an attack during the night. We sleep outside on our air
mattresses, just like at the fire base. It won't rain at night until monsoon season, and then it won't stop.
Sounds pretty awful. Sure wish I was with you in all the snow and cold. I'd go down to the White House
and give them hell too.

Could you send me a newspaper, or at least some clippings you think I might be interested in? Back at
Graves I at least gotStars &Stripes and sometimesTime orNewsweek. Out here we don't git nuthin'.

Mother sent me some Christmas cookies but they were all moldy. Don't tell her! I'm going to write how
good they were.

Love, Spider John

P.S. My gun doesn't work. But I never wanted to shoot anybody anyhow. (They're getting me a new
one, they say.)

Beverly's sex life (1)

The "SO cool" guitar player who had impressed Beverly at the peace rally and the church-sponsored
afterglow was Lee Madden, a housepainter and sometimes hippy who lived in San Francisco. He'd left
after the Summer of Love and come to Washington for the march on the Pentagon in October, '67, and
had been staying with local people in the Movement since. He got along with odd jobs and by retailing a
little marijuana every now and then. A friend with a farm outside of Berkeley sent him a coffee can full
about every two weeks, on consignment; Lee sent back a scrupulous 50 percent of the money he got,
after holding back a few Baggies for smoking and barter.

He liked Beverly immediately, but then he tended to like every potential sexual partner immediately,
occasionally boys as well as girls. (He stayed away from boys on the East Coast, though; too many
people were uptight about it.) He walked her back to her dorm after they'd been rebuffed at the Starlight
Lounge. She gave him her phone number and a goodnight kiss and politely avoided his hands.

Her roommate Sherry had been watching from the window. "So who's your new hippy hunk?"

"He's just a guy I met at the rally, Lee. He's a folksinger from San Francisco."

Sherry watched him through the window, walking away. "He give you a wide-on?"

"Sherry!"

"I mean like really. You said you don't love Spider anymore. It's not healthy to suppress your sex drive."

"You must be a regular Charles Atlas, then." Sherry was always full of lurid details about what she had