The Island

It's a foul. Calculated place. He was okay. A good Marine. The way I looked at it, he'd been hopping too many islands. Battle fatigue can get the best of them.

Anyway, here I was somewhere I don't can hoe with him. In the middle of the night, and I just asleep beginning where else. Okay, DuBore. The footprints is deep enough. I guess we'd say for a while.

Where are we anyhow? A couple of miles behind the jet line. So how safe is that? You worry too much, pal. Even for a guy on his first patrol. I was thinking of it as my last.

Ah, relax like me in the middle of the world. What the? That's nothing. I just scream at me, me. Got some kind of tail adjustment that cut the wind and saw it scream. The lips use it to scare it, say, sure, to see it.

You scare easy, pal. You're... I'm a pushover for that strictly-cited... Shrek-it-chuck. What kind of drive is that? It means terror. Frightfulness. The Germans got a whole arsenal of terror weapons. The Germans got a few themselves.

He takes a first watch. I'm sucking in. Maybe. Maybe I'll just sit here and dream a while. Sure taking a fine time for it. I haven't tell you about my island. Yeah, you told me.

Well, there's a silence. You must have told me 50-60 times already. So I'll tell you again. This island is sort of special place. No rain, no jungle rock, no war. Addictus, this place. This island, a man is never so hungry.

All you got to do is fish a little with a native. So big man and friendly. Not like the name. All the dames are beautiful. Here we do many comic books. That's where I'm fixing the gold.