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I think the worst coward can ignore fear even when it sweeps over and over you like the second hand of a clock. I’m platoon leader, and pretty much the worst coward in my outfit, so on a mine-sweep operation I’ll try to think of something that I can picture whole and concentrate on completely.

After the surgery, I pecked the shell enclosing me, though I had no real intention of breaking it.

Sometimes I actually would be asleep; but not most of the time. No one knew for sure, because the doctors had said to my family (I was there): “The brain. The Eyes.”