We hailed a cab. The moment we got in, she stared at me with how-can-a-man-be-so-cruel eyes. I felt her glare, saw some of its fiery glow in my peripheral. The heat made me glance her way.

Hand-to-hand fighting ensued as Americans and Japanese struggled for possession of the AAF dropzones that supplied the Southern Force with rations […]

It was very sporting of her to let us off like that.

They managed, in repeating his name like the echoing mountains, to mispronounce or misinflect every syllable of it.