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His ugly dumpy face was covered with drops of water, and his straight sandy hair had plastered itself in a spiral about his head"Nuttin' to do but wait," he shouted backHis voice was lost in the wind, and Goldstein could hear nothing but "wait," which had a long wailing quality that pebbled his flesh with a sudden shudderThere seemed nothing in the universe but the gray violence roaring about themGoldstein felt his arm wrenched cruelly as the ridgepole lashed upward with an abrupt vicious snapHe was so wet that his green fatigues looked black
The bottom of the ocean would look like this, he told himselfThere were subterranean storms that he had read about, and this must be like themApart from his awe, and his concern that the tent should remain up, Goldstein was watching the storm with a fascinated interestProbably the world had been something like this when it first began to cool, he thought, and felt a deep excitement as if he were witnessing creationIt was silly to think about the tent in omega planet ocean watches the same moment, but he could not help himselfHe was convinced that it would remain standing; the stakes were three feet deep, and the soil was the clay type that could take extreme stressesIf he had only known a storm like this was coming, he could have built a shelter that would last through anything, and he could lie underneath it, completely dry without the slightest worryGoldstein was annoyed at RidgesHe should have told him what kind of storms there were; he was a veteran and he should have been preparedAlready Goldstein was planning the next tent he would buildHis shoes had filled with water and he worked his toes to warm his feetSqueegee action, he thought; probably the man who invented the squeegee had an experience like mine
Ridges was watching the typhoon with panic and acceptanceMighty sponges o' God swelling, he said to himselfThe foliage of the jungle was churning turbulently, and the leaden-green sky painted it with greens so varied and brilliant that Ridges thought it looked speedy bag louis vuitton like the Garden of EdenHe felt the throbbing of the jungle as a part of himself, the earth, which had turned to a golden mud, seemed alive to himHe kept looking at the fantastic green of the jungle and then at the orange-brown earth, febrile and pulsing as though the rain were cutting wounds into itRidges flinched before the power of it
The Lord giveth and He taketh away, Ridges thought solemnlyStorms were a basic part of his life; he had come to fear them, to bear with them, and finally to expect themHe saw his father's reddened wrinkled face with the sad quiet blue eyes"I'll tell you, Ossie," his father had said, "a man works and he toils, he puts in his good sweat tryin' to pull out a livin' from the land, and when all his work is done, if the good Lord sees it fitten, it's taken away in a storm Perhaps that was the deepest truth in Ridges's nature; it seemed to him that all his life, he and his father had struggled with barren land and insects and blights, had worked their fields with one hermes birkin 35cm aging mule, and often as not, their work had been ruined in one black night
He had helped Goldstein pound in the stakes because you helped your neighbor when he asked for it, and Ridges had decided the man you bunked with, even if he was a stranger, was still your neighbor; but secretly he had felt that their attempts to secure the tent would be uselessGod's ways were God's ways, he told himself, and a man did not try to brook themIf the storm was meant to blow away their tent, it would do it even if they had a plow to hold it downNow, because he did not know it was not raining in Mississippi, he prayed that the storm should not destroy his father's cropsThey jus' been planted, LordPlease don' wash them awayAnd even in his praying Ridges had no hope; he prayed to show that he was respectful
The wind tore through the bivouac area like a great scythe, slashing the palm fronds from the coconut trees, blasting the rain before itAs they looked, they saw a tent jerk upward from its mooring, and then rolex watches on sale stream away in the wind, flapping like a terrified bird"I wonder what's happening up at the front," Goldstein shoutedHe had realized with a shock that there were other bivouacs like this, scattered for miles into the jungle"Holdin' on, Ah guess," he shouted backGoldstein wondered what it looked like up forward; during the week he had been with recon, he had seen only the mile or two of road upon which they were workingNow he tried to conceive of an attack being made during this storm and winced before the prospect of itAll his energies had to be concentrated on the ridgepole, which he held with both handsThe Japs might even be attacking their area now, he thoughtHe wondered if anyone was on guard in the machine gun emplacements"A smart general would start an attack now," he said
"Reckon," Ridges answered quietlyThe wind had lapsed for a moment, and their voices had a subdued uncertain quality as if they were talking in a churchGoldstein released the pole, and felt the strain flowing out of his gucci uk
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