The horror.
It’s always a dozen different kinds of bad omen when Big Sid takes the hill. We all knew going in there was no way in hell the ball club was going to get through this day without incurring casualties. Thing was, though, was that there was really no way any of us could have imagined things would go quite so wrong, or so wrong in such a hurry.
Dude sweating like that gets everyone around him all jittery. You could tell right away the fellas were just hoping like hell he’d be showered and dressed by the time they got to the clubhouse.
No worries there, of course, but that don’t stop folks from worrying all the same.
Kurtz: Are my methods unsound?
Willard: I don’t see any method at all, sir.
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