No food, you die in weeks. No water, you die in days.

Never diagnosed the enemy before.

He relaxed into the dirt, it was all right, he was infantry and the dirt was home. He felt warm liquid all over his left thigh and wondered if he’d peed himself, it didn’t matter, none of it mattered, the stars were out in the blackness overhead and that was where he was going.

Well tonight we’re passing an amendment. I call it Jander’s Law.

Because when you’re really scared to do something … do it right away.

Therm-bombs! Drop ’em right on us! I been roasted before—it’s nothing!