The Great Days

The Great Days

The Great Days

The Great Days

Excerpt

The man in the belted raincoat stands hesitant at the top of the gangway. His ears roar. Blinking, he looks out across the colorless dazzle of the airfield towards the row of nondescript sheds and barracks that throw wan shadows in the early light.

This is not what he was remembering. As the press of passengers behind him forces him down the rubberlined steps he is telling himself (you damn fool) that what he was remembering was the old seaplane base and the blue and umber globe in the middle of the bright hall and the glitter of brass and the names of southerly cities: Camaguey, Paramaribo, Belem, Porto Alegre; the sunlight pouring through; and sunscorched friends to meet him: "God . . .

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