“I got Garcia on guard. I think we better go back to being Marines after all. If that’d been for real, we’d all be cold meat by now, Lieutenant.” “We’re all too tired to move out just yet.” “Yes, sir. The lady okay?” “She’s had a tough time. When she wakes up—hell, I don’t know. I’m afraid she might just come apart on us.” “Maybe.” Smith lit a cigarette. “She’s young. She might bounce back if we give her a chance.” “Get her something to do?” “Same as us, skipper. You’re better off doin’ than thinkin’.”
