He was stocky, still with some baby fat, and so far his pale hair hadn'tspread to chin or upper lip. Remember now, we're imagining. He could seethe eyes now, kind, loving. This was what Kusu meant bythe last hour being the hardest.
Regimental commanders don't customarily lead their troops into firefights,but this fight would be pivotal, perhaps decisive. Have you ever parachuted? Varlik's bowel spasmed. The command came to move back. The T'swi raised his eyebrowsslightly.
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