Yellow Eyes
(Ojos Amarillos: La Defensa de Panama)
by John Ringo and Tom Kratman
Dedication
For the owners, operators and ladies of the Ancon Inn (Panama City) and el Moro (Colon).
Thank you. Let's do it again some time.
And, as always:
For Captain Tamara Long, USAF
Born: 12 May 1979
Died: 23 March 2003, Afghanistan
You fly with the angels now.
Yellow Eyes You are going to have the fever, Yellow eyes! In about ten days from now Iron bands will clamp your brow; Your tongue resemble curdled cream, A rusty streak the centre seam; Your mouth will taste of untold things With claws and horns and fins and wings; Your head will weigh a ton or more, And forty gales within it roar! In about ten days from now You will feebly wonder how All your bones can break in twain And so quickly knit again! You will feel a score of Jaels In your temples driving nails! You will wonder if you're shot Through the liver-case, or what! You will wonder if such heat Isn't Hades — and repeat! Then you'll sweat until, at length, You — won't — have — a — kitten's — strength! In about ten days from now Make to health a parting bow; For you're going to have the fever, Yellow eyes! — James Stanley Gilbert, "Panama Patchwork," 1909 Prologue
From where he stood in the back of the crowded assembly hall, Guanamarioch saw the gold-strapped Rememberer ascend the rostrum.