I always get the shakes
before a drop. The ship’s bartender told me it was
unusual. He said that most people get them after
drinking, but he also said I was lucky and should be
thankful because folks who get to quaking when
they’re hungover suffer a whole lot more. According
to him anyway. I couldn’t say about that. You see,
I’ve never been one of those people. Fact is; I
don’t even drink.
I meant to say that I got
the shakes before we made an assault from orbit.
That’s what we call a dangerous military raid like
that: a drop. So when I corrected the bartender, he
began to understand. At least he seemed to. He
nodded knowingly and somewhat sympathetically and
said. “Ah, I see. Well, it’s only natural that that kind of
drop would give you the shakes.”
“Milk shakes,” I told him.
“Before each drop all of the guys want milk shakes.”
He looked at me and didn’t
say anything, but I figured he wanted to know more,
so I added: “High energy food. Good source of
protein. And who wants to get peckish when you’re in
a fire fight? Believe me; you need all the
concentration you can get! The milk shakes help.”
“And you get the milk
shakes?” he asked.
“That’s what I said,” I
told him. “Johnny Rico used to be the one who had to
get them, but then he got killed by the bugs and I
was next in line and so now I have to do it.”
I’ll admit that
I got a little short with the bartender. He was kind
of thick and I’m not sure if it was just a put-on to
irritate me. Anyway, I finished with: “I’ll say it
again if it still isn’t clear: I always get the
shakes before a drop. Do you understand? Finally?