You Could Always Hope
April, 1964
The morning was all right. Watching the light come slowly, you could always imagine that today you were finally over it. It was quiet in the morning, and still cool, and it was fine to watch the sun come sliding up over the edge of the world, past the coral reef. There was even a taint breeze. You never had fever in the morning.Of course, there was the smell of the Navy pilot. He was almost completely burned, and they brought him in naked except for a thick yellow grease, and most of him, and al...
