...I can write “so then Dick ran. Run, Dick, run.” And this ain’t but for amusing anyone but myself anyway, since it’ll likely be washed gone by tomorrow.
    So then, well, Dick and Jane ran. Dick and Jane ran to their hotel room. They say they crouched in there for awhile, which made me think about how all I’ve seen em do so far is run and crouch, and now they’re tellin me about they ran and crouched. But while they was crouchin they was also lookin out the window at the sky, all northern-lights-meets-white-phosphorus-except-orange, and the rain started. Not the water kind, but the dropper kind. I asked about cloud cover, but they didn’t know, and made faces like I was kinda dumb for asking. Once infantry, always infantry, I guess, cause I’d wanna know visibility, I’d want some situational awareness, but they mostly wanna know if they’re still getting...