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Even
if
tomorrow
’
s
battle
went
well
,
some
of
the
soldiers
here
wouldn
’
t
be
coming
back
.
If
it
went
poorly
,
even
fewer
would
return
.
Everybody
knew
it
.
The
Armored
Infantry
was
Santa
Claus
,
and
battle
was
our
Christmas
.
What
else
for
the
elves
to
do
on
Christmas
Eve
but
let
their
hair
down
and
drink
a
little
eggnog
.
Rita
Vrataski
was
sitting
across
from
me
,
eating
the
same
lunch
for
the
160th
time
.
She
examined
her
160th
umeboshi
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
"
Umeboshi
.
It
’
s
ume
-
people
call
it
a
plum
,
but
it
’
s
more
like
an
apricot
-
dried
in
the
sun
,
and
then
pickled
.
You
eat
it
.
"
"
What
’
s
it
taste
like
?
"
"
Food
is
like
war
.
You
have
to
experience
it
for
yourself
.
"
She
poked
at
it
two
or
three
times
with
her
chopsticks
,
then
threw
caution
to
the
wind
and
put
the
whole
thing
in
her
mouth
.
The
sourness
hit
her
like
a
body
blow
from
a
heavyweight
fighter
and
she
doubled
over
,
grabbing
at
her
throat
and
chest
.
I
could
see
the
muscles
twitching
in
her
back
.
"
Like
it
?
"
Rita
worked
her
mouth
without
looking
up
.
Her
neck
tensed
.
Something
went
flying
out
of
her
mouth
-
a
perfectly
clean
pit
skidded
to
a
halt
on
her
tray
.
She
wiped
the
edges
of
her
mouth
as
she
gasped
for
breath
.
