Once after a night-firing exercise, walking in the dark along the deserted Hogan’s Alley, walking to think, she had heard airplanes roar over and then, in the new silence, voices calling in the black sky above her—airborne troops in a night jump calling to each other as they came down through the darkness. And she wondered how it felt to wait for the jump light at the aircraft door, how it felt to plunge into the bellowing dark. Maybe it felt like this. She opened the file.
