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Short Timer [MultiFormat]
eBook by Dave Smeds
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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy Nebula Award(R) Nominee
eBook Description: Dave Smeds weaves fantasy and horror elements into this unflinching look at the aftermath of the Vietnam war. For years, DeWitt has relived one night over and over again--the night when everyone else in his squad was killed. Every time he replays the scene, DeWitt tries a new tactic, a new approach, hoping that this time somebody--anybody--can be saved. He's been at it so long that even the ghosts are getting tired of the exercise, but DeWitt can't resist the compulsion to try again… "Provides a powerful snapshot of the demons that haunt survivors. Very
highly recommended."--Cindy Penn, Word Weaving
eBook Publisher: Rosetta Solutions, Inc., Published: The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, December 1994 , 1994
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2001
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [105 KB], eReader (PDB) [47 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [24 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [23 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [76 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [96 KB], hiebook (KML) [83 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [84 KB], iSilo (PDB) [20 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [25 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [70 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [36 KB]
Words: 7073
Reading time: 20-28 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
"Provides a powerful snapshot of the demons that haunt survivors. Very highly recommended."--Cindy Penn, Word Weaving
DeWitt dragged his boot out of the sucking, red mud. Half a klick to the LZ. Boone was still alive. Boone. Of all the squad, DeWitt would rather have carried out anybody else, but that didn't matter now. Boone was who was left. So Boone was who he'd try to save. Boone moaned, wiggling, trying to walk. Dirty but intact skin showed through the rips in his fatigue pants. The rifleman's legs were still good, if he could only stay coherent enough to make them work. But the unfriendly fire was closing in again, so DeWitt carried the man, no matter how much it made him stagger through the elephant grass. "Perimeter's just past that line of trees," DeWitt whispered, spitting the words out between quick, sharp gulps of air.
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