of Fredrick Brown
was wet and muddy and hungry cold and he was 50 thousand light years from home . A stranger gave only an icy blue light and gravity was twice what he used to, made of any movement difficult. But after tens of thousands of years this part of the war had not changed. It was convenient to were fine with their ships are polished and overtook them, but when it comes down to it, it was still the soldier on the ground, the infantry, take position and hold it, with blood, inch by inch. Like this damned planet of a star never heard of until they'd landed him. And now it was sacred ground because there too the enemy. The enemy, the only other intelligent race in the galaxy ... cruel, hideous, hideous monsters. The first contact had taken place near the center of the galaxy, after a slow and difficult settlement of a few thousand planets, and had been war, they'd shoot without even groped an agreement, a peaceful solution. Now, planet by planet, had to fight with tooth and nail.
was wet and muddy and hungry and cold and the day was raw with a violent wind that hurt his eyes. But the enemies were trying to infiltrate and every outpost was vital. He stayed alert, gun ready.
Away 50 thousand light years from home, fighting on a strange world and wondering if he would ever live to see home again.
And then he saw one of them crawling toward him. He took aim and fired. The enemy made that strange horrible sound they all did, then did not move again.
Verse, the view of the corpse made him shudder. Many, over time, they had become accustomed, there were more cases, but he was not. Repulsive creatures they were, with only two arms and two legs, the ghastly white skin and no scales ...
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