More 100 Themes - 86-9086. SurpriseAt first she thought she was quite alone. She stood looking about herself, at the endless, sun-baked grass and the brassy sky and the small worn trails on the ground and the silent house behind her. She thought that she was the only human thing in existence, and she didn't know whether to be scared or content.And then the wooden door creaked and scraped behind her, and she spun, and a man came out of the house. He was tall and lean, so tall his head nearly touched the top of the frame. His hair was blond and bleached into lighter streaks by the sun, and his skin was tanned almost to redness, and his long arms and broad shoulde
More 100 Themes - 81-8581. CloneTo the left of him and to the right of him were planes just like his. To the left of him and the right of him were other waist gunners, standing over their own guns that were just like his gun, wearing the same uniform and the same heated gloves and the same heated shoes and fighting against the same twenty below cold. And there were fighter planes, ally and enemy, and they were all the same, and all the men in them were the same, and whether they flew back to England or Germany or to occupied France or Belgium they were all the same. They were men whose hearts beat hard in their ears when they were afraid, and who thought of hunge
More 100 Themes - 76-8076. InsanityHe wondered sometimes about his own mind. He had heard about shellshock. Had read the poems. Of course, he didn't have that. Of course. He was not on the ground, knee-deep in mud and blood. There was no stench up here except for fuel and grease and the hot scent of gunfire. But he wondered when he felt his mind ticking through the silence, when he sat at a table with his hands before him but saw ack-ack punctuating the sky and saw the drifts of smoke and the wheeling Huns and the Spitfires snarling and biting back. He wondered when he lay in bed as night, straight as a coffin, his eyes staring into the dark and his chest full of