"Bud Sparhawk - Bright Red Star" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sparhawk Bud)

I gently laid Becky's lifeless body on the ground, trying not to feel. As before, I let Hunter take care of
the final details, ensuring not a single brain cell remained in either head.

There were two minutes left in our window when I heard a distant whine. It could only be the Shardies. I
placed my finger on the detonator. Our comm packages were running and would catch our final
moments.

"Civilians just don't understand, do they?" Hunter asked as he waited beside me for sweet oblivion,
sweet release from these mechanical contrivances we'd become.

I thought of Truett, and the way he had bravely shielded Becky to the last, thought of all the ways the war
hasn't changed human decency, thought of my prize sheep and the necessities life forces on us.

"Some do," I admitted.