16,331. HEY CHARLIE DOVER, HOW COME THAT HOWITZER'S POINTED AT ME?

HEY CHARLIE DOVER, HOW COME THAT HOWITZER'S POINTED AT ME?

Funny feeling, this is. Like my last minutes

on earth, nothing much happens, but the sun

goes down. I always did hate all that military

stuff : Camp Kilmer, Edison NJ. Soldiers and

their stupid 'details.' On watch, on patrol.

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A few cars are parked around; funny military

cars, 1950's things, of course. Back then,

everything had to look like it wanted to fly,

which made little sense in the normal course

of things, but no one was really thinking. The

Reds were everywhere, and all the women with

those aggressive bumper bras were ready for

combat too. I sure wanted to wrestle with

Mary Lou!

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 Now, it's all over. The world's a pale memory, 

and every old car has crashed to the moon.