I see the stars, I see the rockets, and for a moment have the impression that I have fallen asleep at a garden fete. The old veteran, he sits quietly and smokes his pipe a covered pipe of course. It was only a nose-cap, it landed in the bushes over there. Kat is there. One lands behind us.
Some recruits jump up terrified.
A couple of minutes later another comes over, nearer this time. Kat knocks out his pipe. We're in for it. Then it begins in earnest. We crawl away as well as we can in our haste.