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Rainbow street is a dead end.They say there are many roads a man must travel to be a man. I took the road less traveled and it took me to the middle of nowhere. It seems right. Florida fits some, nowhere fits me. "What will it be?" asked the man behind the bar. "Nothing." I replied. He poured a big glass, I drank it down. It was a sweet nothing, best thing I've ever drank. I looked out the window and saw a joker, a loser and a fool, they danced their dance like a battle between good and evil. The joker laughed. The loser cried. The fool said "I will carry on." Every time I think about leaving this place I remember that fool. I say to myself "I will carry on." Because the world is a lonely place and rainbow street is a dead end.
A Turning Point in the Clockwork WarA war of attrition
depends on supply and drawdown,
how much you have and how much you use up.
With personnel, the balance concerns
the influx of recruitment versus
the outflow of casualties, deserters, invalids.
There is only so much loss
that a fighting force can sustain
and still fight.
Pilot Claude Archer was the first
to challenge his invalid discharge.
"I don't need legs to fly," he said,
patting the healed stumps of his thighs.
"My Osprey runs on elbow grease."
The members of the discharge board
paused and looked at each other.
What he said was true.
The Osprey-class fighter jets
relied on hand controls,
and a sharp eye and iron nerve.
Fingers flicked through the stack
of discharge papers -- so many, many pages.
So many soldiers lost, never to fight again.
They could not afford to let slip even one
who might be retained, somehow,
to face the front line once more.
Far less could the war effort spare
one of its best pilots.
So they put Pilot Archer back on the roster,
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