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Their
soldiers
ca
n't
.
Their
workers
ca
n't
fight
(
and
you
can
waste
a
lot
of
time
and
ammo
shooting
up
workers
who
would
n't
say
boo
!
)
and
their
soldier
caste
ca
n't
surrender
.
But
do
n't
make
the
mistake
of
thinking
that
the
Bugs
are
just
stupid
insects
because
they
look
the
way
they
do
and
do
n't
know
how
to
surrender
.
Their
warriors
are
smart
,
skilled
,
and
aggressive
--
smarter
than
you
are
,
by
the
only
universal
rule
,
if
the
Bug
shoots
first
.
You
can
burn
off
one
leg
,
two
legs
,
three
legs
,
and
he
just
keeps
on
coming
;
burn
off
four
on
one
side
and
he
topples
over
--
but
keeps
on
shooting
.
You
have
to
spot
the
nerve
case
and
get
it
...
whereupon
he
will
trot
right
on
past
you
,
shooting
at
nothing
,
until
he
crashes
into
a
wall
or
something
.
The
drop
was
a
shambles
from
the
start
.
Fifty
ships
were
in
our
piece
of
it
and
they
were
supposed
to
come
out
of
Cherenkov
drive
and
into
reaction
drive
so
perfectly
co-ordinated
that
they
could
hit
orbit
and
drop
us
,
in
formation
and
where
we
were
supposed
to
hit
,
without
even
making
one
planet
circuit
to
dress
up
their
own
formation
.
I
suppose
this
is
difficult
.
Shucks
,
I
know
it
is
.
But
when
it
slips
,
it
leaves
the
M.
I.
holding
the
sack
.
We
were
lucky
at
that
,
because
the
Valley
Forge
and
every
Navy
file
in
her
bought
it
before
we
ever
hit
the
ground
.
In
that
tight
,
fast
formation
(
4.7
miles/sec
.
orbital
speed
is
not
a
stroll
)
she
collided
with
the
Ypres
and
both
ships
were
destroyed
.
We
were
lucky
to
get
out
of
her
tubes
--
those
of
us
who
did
get
out
,
for
she
was
still
firing
capsules
as
she
was
rammed
.
But
I
was
n't
aware
of
it
;
I
was
inside
my
cocoon
,
headed
for
the
ground
.
I
suppose
our
company
commander
knew
that
the
ship
had
been
lost
(
and
half
his
Wildcats
with
it
)
since
he
was
out
first
and
would
know
when
he
suddenly
lost
touch
,
over
the
command
circuit
,
with
the
ship
's
captain
.
But
there
is
no
way
to
ask
him
,
because
he
was
n't
retrieved
.
All
I
ever
had
was
a
gradually
dawning
realization
that
things
were
in
a
mess
.
The
next
eighteen
hours
were
nightmare
.
I
sha
n't
tell
much
about
it
because
I
do
n't
remember
much
,
just
snatches
,
stop-motion
scenes
of
horror
.
I
have
never
liked
spiders
,
poisonous
or
otherwise
;
a
common
house
spider
in
my
bed
can
give
me
the
creeps
.
Tarantulas
are
simply
unthinkable
,
and
I
ca
n't
eat
lobster
,
crab
,
or
anything
of
that
sort
.
When
I
got
my
first
sight
of
a
Bug
,
my
mind
jumped
right
out
of
my
skull
and
started
to
yammer
.
It
was
seconds
later
that
I
realized
that
I
had
killed
it
and
could
stop
shooting
.
I
suppose
it
was
a
worker
;
I
doubt
if
I
was
in
any
shape
to
tackle
a
warrior
and
win
.
But
,
at
that
,
I
was
in
better
shape
than
was
the
K-9
Corps
.
They
were
to
be
dropped
(
if
the
drop
had
gone
perfectly
)
on
the
periphery
of
our
entire
target
and
the
neodogs
were
supposed
to
range
outward
and
provide
tactical
intelligence
to
interdiction
squads
whose
business
it
was
to
secure
the
periphery
.
Those
Calebs
are
n't
armed
,
of
course
,
other
than
their
teeth
.
A
neodog
is
supposed
to
hear
,
see
,
and
smell
and
tell
his
partner
what
he
finds
by
radio
;
all
he
carries
is
a
radio
and
a
destruction
bomb
with
which
he
(
or
his
partner
)
can
blow
the
dog
up
in
case
of
bad
wounds
or
capture
.
Those
poor
dogs
did
n't
wait
to
be
captured
;
apparently
most
of
them
suicided
as
soon
as
they
made
contact
.
They
felt
the
way
I
do
about
the
Bugs
,
only
worse
.
They
have
neodogs
now
that
are
indoctrinated
from
puppyhood
to
observe
and
evade
without
blowing
their
tops
at
the
mere
sight
or
smell
of
a
Bug
.
But
these
were
n't
.
