The Martian Death March

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These are stories of the future. Adventures in which you'll live in a million could be years on a thousand maybe worlds. The National Broadcasting Company in cooperation with Street and Smith, publishers of astounding science fiction presents minus one the martian death march i've always been interested in lost causes the revolt of the Scottish Jackawites against England

the last stand of the Cherokee in sue indians and the death march of the martian highlanders in nineteen ninety-seven has been a lot written about that march The UN Commission report covers four volumes, but the whole story isn't down on paper yet.

I know it because I was on that march from the beginning to the end. There's one part of the story that no one ever mentions. The Martian death march of 97 was led by an Earth man.

Maybe you've been over the route of the march. There wasn't any highway there 30 years ago in 97. There was desert, hot, burning desert. I lived at the edge of a Calmak Canal then with my father.

He was a prospector, searching the surrounding desert with sonar, probe and Geiger countered, scratching just enough ore from under the Martian sands to pay for our grub stake the next year. I remember he was in the Addamson digger in the North Quadrant when I came running out that day.

There's somebody coming, Dad, across the desert. You sure? I saw them. There are a couple of miles out. Well, how many cars? They're on foot. On foot across the desert? Honest dad, I saw them.