It was a new time and a vast new war of complete and awful annihilation. Yet, some things never change, and, as in ancient times, Ulysses walked again—brave and unconquerable--and again, the sirens wove their deadly spell with a smile and a song.
l with a smile and a song.
They came like monsters, rather than men, into the vast ruin of what had once been a great city. They walked carefully, side by side, speaking to each other by radio as though they were in deep space rather than upon solid ground.
The winding way they followed through the ruins was marked by blurred footsteps in the dust and the two men, clumsy in their bulky suits, found the going difficult.
They stopped, and one of them held out an instrument. He studied the dial. "All clear," and both men removed their helmets. They wiped sweat from their faces and glanced at each other.
The blonde man said, "The air's okay, Jarvis. Everything seems all right. I don't get it."
Jarvis, his dark eyes wary, scowled as he looked about. "It seems all right. But we
A good little story. Three patrols have gone into a war-blasted city and disappeared. The fourth two-man patrol finds no threats anywhere.
Nice description and characterization, and the author makes the point that the best weapons tie directly to the gonads.