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I
nodded
and
my
head
hurt
.
"
Shake
?
"
he
asked
.
We
shook
on
it
,
and
that
hurt
,
too
.
Almost
anybody
else
knew
more
about
how
the
war
was
going
than
we
did
,
even
though
we
were
in
it
.
This
was
the
period
,
of
course
,
after
the
Bugs
had
located
our
home
planet
,
through
the
Skinnies
,
and
had
raided
it
,
destroying
Buenos
Aires
and
turning
"
contact
troubles
"
into
all-out
war
,
but
before
we
had
built
up
our
forces
and
before
the
Skinnies
had
changed
sides
and
become
our
co-belligerents
and
de
facto
allies
.
Partly
effective
interdiction
for
Terra
had
been
set
up
from
Luna
(
we
did
n't
know
it
)
,
but
speaking
broadly
,
the
Terran
Federation
was
losing
the
war
.
We
did
n't
know
that
,
either
.
Nor
did
we
know
that
strenuous
efforts
were
being
made
to
subvert
the
alliance
against
us
and
bring
the
Skinnies
over
to
our
side
;
the
nearest
we
came
to
being
told
about
that
was
when
we
got
instructions
,
before
the
raid
in
which
Flores
was
killed
,
to
go
easy
on
the
Skinnies
,
destroy
as
much
property
as
possible
but
to
kill
inhabitants
only
when
unavoidable
.
What
a
man
does
n't
know
he
ca
n't
spill
if
he
is
captured
;
neither
drugs
,
nor
torture
,
nor
brainwash
,
nor
endless
lack
of
sleep
can
squeeze
out
a
secret
he
does
n't
possess
.
So
we
were
told
only
what
we
had
to
know
for
tactical
purposes
.
In
the
past
,
armies
have
been
known
to
fold
up
and
quit
because
the
men
did
n't
know
what
they
were
fighting
for
,
or
why
,
and
therefore
lacked
the
will
to
fight
.
But
the
M.
I.
does
not
have
that
weakness
.
Each
one
of
us
was
a
volunteer
to
begin
with
,
each
for
some
reason
or
other
--
some
good
,
some
bad
.
But
now
we
fought
because
we
were
M.
I
.
We
were
professionals
,
with
esprit
de
corps
.
We
were
Rasczak
's
Roughnecks
,
the
best
unprintable
outfit
in
the
whole
expurgated
M.
I.
;
we
climbed
into
our
capsules
because
Jelly
told
us
it
was
time
to
do
so
and
we
fought
when
we
got
down
there
because
that
is
what
Rasczak
's
Roughnecks
do
.
We
certainly
did
n't
know
that
we
were
losing
.
Those
Bugs
lay
eggs
.
They
not
only
lay
them
,
they
hold
them
in
reserve
,
hatch
them
as
needed
.
If
we
killed
a
warrior
--
or
a
thousand
,
or
ten
thousand
--
his
or
their
replacements
were
hatched
and
on
duty
almost
before
we
could
get
back
to
base
.
You
can
imagine
,
if
you
like
,
some
Bug
supervisor
of
population
flashing
a
phone
to
somewhere
down
inside
and
saying
,
"
Joe
,
warm
up
ten
thousand
warriors
and
have
'
em
ready
by
Wednesday
...
and
tell
engineering
to
activate
reserve
incubators
N
,
O
,
P
,
Q
,
and
R
;
the
demand
is
picking
up
.
"
