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That
left
me
with
nothing
to
worry
about
for
twenty
seconds
,
so
I
jumped
up
on
the
building
nearest
me
,
raised
the
launcher
to
my
shoulder
,
found
the
target
and
pulled
the
first
trigger
to
let
the
rocket
have
a
look
at
its
target
--
pulled
the
second
trigger
and
kissed
it
on
its
way
,
jumped
back
to
the
ground
.
"
Second
section
,
even
numbers
!
"
I
called
out
...
waited
for
the
count
in
my
mind
and
ordered
,
"
Advance
!
"
And
did
so
myself
,
hopping
over
the
next
row
of
buildings
,
and
,
while
I
was
in
the
air
,
fanning
the
first
row
by
the
river
front
with
a
hand
flamer
.
They
seemed
to
be
wood
construction
and
it
looked
like
time
to
start
a
good
fire
--
with
luck
,
some
of
those
warehouses
would
house
oil
products
,
or
even
explosives
.
As
I
hit
,
the
Y-rack
on
my
shoulders
launched
two
small
H.
E.
bombs
a
couple
of
hundred
yards
each
way
to
my
right
and
left
flanks
but
I
never
saw
what
they
did
as
just
then
my
first
rocket
hit
--
that
unmistakable
(
if
you
've
ever
seen
one
)
brilliance
of
an
atomic
explosion
.
It
was
just
a
peewee
,
of
course
,
less
than
two
kilotons
nominal
yield
,
with
tamper
and
implosion
squeeze
to
produce
results
from
a
less-than-critical
mass
--
but
then
who
wants
to
be
bunk
mates
with
a
cosmic
catastrophe
?
It
was
enough
to
clean
off
that
hilltop
and
make
everybody
in
the
city
take
shelter
against
fallout
.
Better
still
,
any
of
the
local
yokels
who
happened
to
be
outdoors
and
looking
that
way
would
n't
be
seeing
anything
else
for
a
couple
of
hours
--
meaning
me
.
The
dash
had
n't
dazzled
me
,
nor
would
it
dazzle
any
of
us
;
our
face
bowls
are
heavily
leaded
,
we
wear
snoopers
over
our
eyes
--
and
we
're
trained
to
duck
and
take
it
on
the
armor
if
we
do
happen
to
be
looking
the
wrong
way
.
So
I
merely
blinked
hard
--
opened
my
eyes
and
stared
straight
at
a
local
citizen
just
coming
out
of
an
opening
in
the
building
ahead
of
me
.
He
looked
at
me
,
I
looked
at
him
,
and
he
started
to
raise
something
--
a
weapon
,
I
suppose
--
as
Jelly
called
out
,
"
Odd
numbers
!
Advance
!
"
I
did
n't
have
time
to
fool
with
him
;
I
was
a
good
five
hundred
yards
short
of
where
I
should
have
been
by
then
.
I
still
had
the
hand
flamer
in
my
left
hand
;
I
toasted
him
and
jumped
over
the
building
he
had
been
coming
out
of
,
as
I
started
to
count
.
A
hand
flamer
is
primarily
for
incendiary
work
but
it
is
a
good
defensive
anti-personnel
weapon
in
tight
quarters
;
you
do
n't
have
to
aim
it
much
.
Between
excitement
and
anxiety
to
catch
up
I
jumped
too
high
and
too
wide
.
It
's
always
a
temptation
to
get
the
most
out
of
your
jump
gear
--
but
do
n't
do
it
!
It
leaves
you
hanging
in
the
air
for
seconds
,
a
big
fat
target
.
The
way
to
advance
is
to
skim
over
each
building
as
you
come
to
it
,
barely
clearing
it
,
and
taking
full
advantage
of
cover
while
you
're
down
--
and
never
stay
in
one
place
more
than
a
second
or
two
,
never
give
them
time
to
target
in
on
you
.
Be
somewhere
else
,
anywhere
.
Keep
moving
.
This
one
I
goofed
--
too
much
for
one
row
of
buildings
,
too
little
for
the
row
beyond
it
;
I
found
myself
coming
down
on
a
roof
.
But
not
a
nice
flat
one
where
I
might
have
tarried
three
seconds
to
launch
another
peewee
A-rocket
;
this
roof
was
a
jungle
of
pipes
and
stanchions
and
assorted
ironmongery
--
a
factory
maybe
,
or
some
sort
of
chemical
works
.
No
place
to
land
.
Worse
still
,
half
a
dozen
natives
were
up
there
.
These
geezers
are
humanoid
,
eight
or
nine
feet
tall
,
much
skinnier
than
we
are
and
with
a
higher
body
temperature
;
they
do
n't
wear
any
clothes
and
they
stand
out
in
a
set
of
snoopers
like
a
neon
sign
.
They
look
still
funnier
in
daylight
with
your
bare
eyes
but
I
would
rather
fight
them
than
the
arachnids
--
those
Bugs
make
me
queezy
.
If
these
laddies
were
up
there
thirty
seconds
earlier
when
my
rocket
hit
,
then
they
could
n't
see
me
,
or
anything
.
But
I
could
n't
be
certain
and
did
n't
want
to
tangle
with
them
in
any
case
;
it
was
n't
that
kind
of
a
raid
.
So
I
jumped
again
while
I
was
still
in
the
air
,
scattering
a
handful
of
ten-second
fire
pills
to
keep
them
busy
,
grounded
,
jumped
again
at
once
,
and
called
out
,
"
Second
section
!
Even
numbers
!
...
Advance
!
"
and
kept
right
on
going
to
close
the
gap
,
while
trying
to
spot
,
every
time
I
jumped
,
something
worth
expending
a
rocket
on
.
I
had
three
more
of
the
little
A-rockets
and
I
certainly
did
n't
intend
to
take
any
back
with
me
.
But
I
had
had
pounded
into
me
that
you
must
get
your
money
's
worth
with
atomic
weapons
--
it
was
only
the
second
time
that
I
had
been
allowed
to
carry
them
.
