Her name was Julie. As the train derailed, David looked up to find Edward, however all he saw was dirt and grass; the sky was below him. It was now July and they had only been in action for a few months, however many of the original thirty-eight men were now “old vets” of the war. The members of the LE squadron enjoyed, gambling with both dice and cards, billiards, drinking at all hours of the day and night and visiting the local whorehouse whenever possible. He pushed the right rudder and turned the front of the airplane toward the train, while pushing the joystick slightly left. He dropped down level with the train and opened fired. All right you are both dismissed. Several of his new comrades became ill but David had a strong stomach and the ocean travel didn’t bother him. Over the doorway was a carved wooden sign, it read, Madam Boviere’s house. He had killed twenty northern soldiers twenty years after the Civil War when he was just thirteen.
