"Eddings, David - High Hunt" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)

"Feels good, gettin' home, huh?" he said.

"It's still a long way to Seattle," I told him. His enthusiasm irritated hell out of me.

"You know what I mean."

"Sure."

"You think maybe they might fly us out to the West Coast?"

"I doubt it," I said. "I expect a nice long train ride."

"Shit!" He sounded disgusted. "You're probably right though. The way my luck's been goin' lately, they'll probably make me walk."

"You're just feeling picked on."

Eventually, they started unloading us. Those of us bound for West-Coast and Midwest separation centers were loaded on buses and then we sat there.

I watched the mass family reunion taking place in the dim gloom under the high roof of the pier. There was a lot of crying and hugging and so forth, but we weren't involved in any of that. I wished to hell we could get going.

After about a half hour the buses started and we pulled away from the festivities. I slouched low in the seat and watched the city slide by. Several of the guys were pretty boisterous, and the bus driver had to tell them to quiet down several times.

"Look," Benson said, nudging me in the ribs. "Eine amerikanische Fraulein."

"Quit showing off," I said, not bothering to look.

"What the hell's buggin' you?" he demanded.

"I'm tired, Benson."

"You been tired all your life. Wake up, man. You're home."

"Big goddamn deal."

He looked hurt, but he quit pestering me.

After they'd wandered around for a while, the guys who were driving the buses finally found a train station. There was a sergeant there, and he called roll, got us on the train, and then hung around to make sure none of us bugged out. That's Army logic for you. You couldn't have gotten most of those guys off that train with a machine gun.

After they got permission from the White House or someplace, the train started to move. I gave the sergeant standing on the platform the finger by way of farewell. I was in a foul humor.

First there was more city, and then we were out in the country.

"We in Pennsylvania yet?" Benson asked.

"I think so."

"How many states we gonna go through before we get back to Washington?"

"Ten or twelve. I'm not sure."