Fiction | September 01, 1987

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I think the worst coward can ignore fear even when it sweeps over and over you like the second hand of a clock.  I’m platoon leader, and pretty much the worst coward in my outfit, so on a mine-sweep operation I’ll try to think of something that I can picture whole and concentrate on completely.

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