But it was just kids, no danger, no bombs. The sight made fear flutter in his belly like trapped moths. Nearby, a couple of little kids played kickball. War turned out to be a special kind of hell, even if it didn't take place underground. Besides, there was nothing to do there but go in the mines, and wasn't that why he'd signed up for the military? First day he was legal, not even waiting to see if he'd be drafted. Now that his mother was gone, there was no reason to return to the rough, hardscrabble town where he'd clawed his way from birth to adolescence. All he saw were civilians walking around without concern. He looked around the town's landscape, automatically searching for places of ambush. Dave slung his bag over his shoulder and followed the other passengers off the bus. The little town was alight with the glow of the sun going down.
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