"Dafydd ab Hugh, Brad Linaweawer DOOM: Knee Deep in the Dead (english)" - читать интересную книгу автора He turned, and I Georged him. Full-body swing; came
out of Orlando, where I grew up. Picked up speed over Parris Island, hooked in at Kefiristan, and turned off the lights of Mr. Lieutenant Weems in pik Nizganij. Alas, they only flickered. Power was restored. The dork didn't have a glass jaw; have to give him that. Weems sprawled messily in the mud, and a couple of the boys were on me like monkeys on a tree. Weems flopped for a bit like a giant spider, then he found his hands and knees. He glared at me for a moment, an evil smile cracking his face. "Later," he said. Then he turned back to Goforth. "That don't mean crap, gunnery ser- geant; now take down those menЧor are you going to frag me, instead?" Goforth looked at me, looked at Weems, looked at the ground. Then he clicked his M-92 to rock'n'roll and quietly said, "FoxЧtake down those men." I closed my eyes, listening to powder hiss, bullets crack, the metal clang of receivers slamming back and home. The screams of the dying. The shouts of the victors. I smelled the smoke from the smokeless power, the primer, fresh blood. I'm in hell, I remember thinking; I'm in hell. We mopped up the enemy troops in record time. Strange thing; none of them shot back. Fact, no weapons teen to seventy or eighty, wearing brown robes and hoods, shaved heads, a couple carrying prayer sticks. The boys wouldn't get off my back. Weems wouldn't even walk around where I could see him, the murdering bastard, while he formally charged me and I opted for a formal court-martial instead of Captain's Mast. Jesus and Mary, somebody should put a bullet in his brain. I could taste the trigger. I didn't know how I was ever going to be shriven if I couldn't feel remorse. 1 I didn't miss Earth, but I sure as hell hated Mars. Sitting in a dingy mess hall on Phobos, one of the two, tiny Martian moons, seemed like a nice compro- mise. Ordinarily, the C.O., Major Boyd, would have handed me over to the jaggies for trial; but the day after Weems gave the fateful order that bought him a mouthful of fist from Yours Truly, the 15th received orders to answer a distress call from Phobos. Fox Company was due to rotate back to the world anyway; Boyd decided to mail us |
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