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“Planes!” Jasper yells

“They aren’t after us, we’re sot other proble surf now, like soh the night

As if to make his point, a battery on shore see big shells that coht train before ripping up acres of seawater

“There!” a soldier yells, pointing “Daot one of our boats!”

Frangie sees the explosion that bursts fro craft The boat lifts clear out of the water before its back breaks and the boat falls in two pieces, splash, all revealed in the dra artillery

The Heinkels roar overhead, and a ship half a mile away blows up

Jesus,

Frangie is far fro the Lord’s Prayer

Our Father which art in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

That’s fine, Frangie thinks, so long as the Lord’s will is to keep me alive and let me do what I am here to do The navy’s chaplain, back aboard the transport, gave confession to the Roman Catholics and a few Protestants who felt it best to cover every base And Frangie has taken corace But she does fear

It is co a pale horse, death, death

You’ll do fine

She begins running through herritual, focusing on anything but her own fear So e, so many of that So many pouches of sulfa, so many ampoules of morphine, so many splints She has the full reco, plus all the extras she has stuffed into ammo pouches and pockets Extra scissors? First pouch, left side Extra sulfa? Both pockets of her jacket