Part 6 (1/2)

He pulled the trigger four times.

Statement of Patrolman Francis V. O'Hooey, Sept. 15, 1946, 6:45 P.M. P.M. (continued). (continued).

So when the pieces of metal quit falling, we all ran out and looked up. So when the pieces of metal quit falling, we all ran out and looked up. I saw the white dot below the blimp thing. I grabbed the binocs away from the lieutenant. I saw the white dot below the blimp thing. I grabbed the binocs away from the lieutenant. Sure enough, it was a parachute. I hoped it was Jetboy had bailed out when his plane crashed into the thing. Sure enough, it was a parachute. I hoped it was Jetboy had bailed out when his plane crashed into the thing. I don't know much about such stuff, but I do know that you don't open a parachute that high up or you get in serious trouble. I don't know much about such stuff, but I do know that you don't open a parachute that high up or you get in serious trouble. Then, while I was watching, the blimps and stuff all blew up, all at once. Like they was there, then there was this explosion, and there was only smoke and stuff way up in the air. Then, while I was watching, the blimps and stuff all blew up, all at once. Like they was there, then there was this explosion, and there was only smoke and stuff way up in the air. The people all around started cheering. The kid had done it-he'd blown the thing up before it could drop the A-bomb on Manhattan Island. The people all around started cheering. The kid had done it-he'd blown the thing up before it could drop the A-bomb on Manhattan Island. Then the lieutenant said to get in the truck, we'd try to get the kid. Then the lieutenant said to get in the truck, we'd try to get the kid. We jumped in and tried to figure out where he was gonna land. Everywhere we pa.s.sed, people was standing in the middle of the car wrecks and fires and stuff, looking up and cheering the parachute. We jumped in and tried to figure out where he was gonna land. Everywhere we pa.s.sed, people was standing in the middle of the car wrecks and fires and stuff, looking up and cheering the parachute. I noticed the big smudge in the air after the explosion, when we'd been driving around for ten minutes. Them other jets that had been with Jetboy was back, flying all around through the air, and some Mustangs and Thunderjugs, too. It was like a regular air show up there. I noticed the big smudge in the air after the explosion, when we'd been driving around for ten minutes. Them other jets that had been with Jetboy was back, flying all around through the air, and some Mustangs and Thunderjugs, too. It was like a regular air show up there. Somehow we got out near the Bridge before anybody else did. Good thing, because when we got to the water, we saw this guy pile right in about twenty feet from sh.o.r.e. Went down like a rock. He was wearing this diving-suit thing, and we swam out and I grabbed part of the parachute and a fireman grabbed some of the hoses and we hauled him out onto sh.o.r.e. Somehow we got out near the Bridge before anybody else did. Good thing, because when we got to the water, we saw this guy pile right in about twenty feet from sh.o.r.e. Went down like a rock. He was wearing this diving-suit thing, and we swam out and I grabbed part of the parachute and a fireman grabbed some of the hoses and we hauled him out onto sh.o.r.e. Well, it wasn't Jetboy, it was the one we got the make on as Edward ”Smooth Eddy” s.h.i.+loh, a real small-time operator. Well, it wasn't Jetboy, it was the one we got the make on as Edward ”Smooth Eddy” s.h.i.+loh, a real small-time operator. And he was in bad shape, too. We got a wrench off the fire truck and popped his helmet, and he was purple as a turnip in there. It had taken him twenty-seven minutes to get to the ground. He'd pa.s.sed out of course with not enough air up there, and he was so frostbit I heard they had to take off one of his feet and all but the thumb on the left hand. And he was in bad shape, too. We got a wrench off the fire truck and popped his helmet, and he was purple as a turnip in there. It had taken him twenty-seven minutes to get to the ground. He'd pa.s.sed out of course with not enough air up there, and he was so frostbit I heard they had to take off one of his feet and all but the thumb on the left hand. But he'd jumped out of the thing before it blew. We looked back up, hoping to see Jetboy's chute or something, but there wasn't one, just that misty big smudge up there, and all those planes zoomin' round. But he'd jumped out of the thing before it blew. We looked back up, hoping to see Jetboy's chute or something, but there wasn't one, just that misty big smudge up there, and all those planes zoomin' round. We took s.h.i.+loh to the hospital. We took s.h.i.+loh to the hospital. That's my report. That's my report.

Statement of Edward ”Smooth Eddy” s.h.i.+loh, Sept. 16, 1946 (excerpt).

. . . all five sh.e.l.ls into a couple of the gasbags. Then he crashed the plane right into us. The walls blew. Fred and Filmore were thrown out without their parachutes. . . . all five sh.e.l.ls into a couple of the gasbags. Then he crashed the plane right into us. The walls blew. Fred and Filmore were thrown out without their parachutes. When the pressure dropped, I felt like I couldn't move, the suit got so tight. I tried to get my parachute. I see that Dr. Tod has the fuse and is making it to the bomb thing. When the pressure dropped, I felt like I couldn't move, the suit got so tight. I tried to get my parachute. I see that Dr. Tod has the fuse and is making it to the bomb thing. I felt the airplane fall off the side of the gondola. Next thing I know, Jetboy's standing right in front of the hole his plane made. I felt the airplane fall off the side of the gondola. Next thing I know, Jetboy's standing right in front of the hole his plane made. I pull out my roscoe when I see he's packing heat. But he dropped his gat and he heads toward Tod. I pull out my roscoe when I see he's packing heat. But he dropped his gat and he heads toward Tod. ”Stop him, stop him!” Tod's yelling over the suit radio. I get one clean shot, but I miss, then he's on top of Tod and the bomb, and right then I decide my job's been over about five minutes and I'm not getting paid any overtime. ”Stop him, stop him!” Tod's yelling over the suit radio. I get one clean shot, but I miss, then he's on top of Tod and the bomb, and right then I decide my job's been over about five minutes and I'm not getting paid any overtime. So I head out, and all this gnas.h.i.+ng and screaming's coming across the radio, and they're grappling around. Then Tod yells and pulls out his .45 and I swear he put four shots in Jetboy from closer than I am to you. Then they fall back together, and I jumped out the hole in the side. So I head out, and all this gnas.h.i.+ng and screaming's coming across the radio, and they're grappling around. Then Tod yells and pulls out his .45 and I swear he put four shots in Jetboy from closer than I am to you. Then they fall back together, and I jumped out the hole in the side. Only I was stupid, and I pulled my ripcord too soon, and my chute don't open right and got all twisted, and I started pa.s.sing out. Just before I did, the whole thing blew up above me. Only I was stupid, and I pulled my ripcord too soon, and my chute don't open right and got all twisted, and I started pa.s.sing out. Just before I did, the whole thing blew up above me. Next thing I know, I wake up here, and I got one shoe too many, know what I mean? . . . Next thing I know, I wake up here, and I got one shoe too many, know what I mean? . . . . . . what did they say? Well, most of it was garbled. Let's see. Tod says ”Stop him, stop him,” and I shot. Then I lammed for the hole. They were yelling. I could only hear Jetboy when their helmets slammed together, through Tod's suit radio. They must have crashed together a lot, 'cause I heard both of them breathing hard. . . . what did they say? Well, most of it was garbled. Let's see. Tod says ”Stop him, stop him,” and I shot. Then I lammed for the hole. They were yelling. I could only hear Jetboy when their helmets slammed together, through Tod's suit radio. They must have crashed together a lot, 'cause I heard both of them breathing hard. Then Tod got to the gun and shot Jetboy four times and said ”Die, Jetboy! Die!” and I jumped and they must have fought a second, and I heard Jetboy say: Then Tod got to the gun and shot Jetboy four times and said ”Die, Jetboy! Die!” and I jumped and they must have fought a second, and I heard Jetboy say: ”I can't die yet. I haven't seen ”I can't die yet. I haven't seen The Jolson Story The Jolson Story.”

It was eight years to the day after Thomas Wolfe died, but it was his kind of day. Across the whole of America and the northern hemisphere, it was one of those days when summer gives up its hold, when the weather comes from the poles and Canada again, rather than the Gulf and the Pacific. They eventually built a monument to Jetboy-”the kid that couldn't die yet.” A battle-scarred veteran of nineteen had stopped a madman from blowing up Manhattan. After calmer heads prevailed, they realized that. They eventually built a monument to Jetboy-”the kid that couldn't die yet.” A battle-scarred veteran of nineteen had stopped a madman from blowing up Manhattan. After calmer heads prevailed, they realized that. But it took a while to remember that. And to get around to going back to college, or buying that new refrigerator. It took a long time for anybody to remember what anything was like before September 15, 1946. But it took a while to remember that. And to get around to going back to college, or buying that new refrigerator. It took a long time for anybody to remember what anything was like before September 15, 1946. When people in New York City looked up and saw Jetboy blowing up the attacking aircraft, they thought their troubles were over. When people in New York City looked up and saw Jetboy blowing up the attacking aircraft, they thought their troubles were over. They were as wrong as snakes on an eight-lane highway. They were as wrong as snakes on an eight-lane highway.

-Daniel Deck G.o.dOT IS MY CO-PILOT:.

A Life of Jetboy Lippincott, 1963

From high up in the sky the fine mist began to curve downward.

Part of it stretched itself out in the winds, as it went through the jet stream, toward the east.

Beneath those currents, the mist re-formed and hung like verga, settling slowly to the city below, streamers forming and re-forming, breaking like scud near a storm.

Wherever it came down, it made a sound like gentle autumn rain.

THE SLEEPER.

by Roger Zelazny

I. The Long Walk Home

He was fourteen years old when sleep became his enemy, a dark and terrible thing he learned to fear as others feared death. It was not, however, a matter of neurosis in any of its more mysterious forms. A neurosis generally possesses irrational elements, while his fear proceeded from a specific cause and followed a course as logical as a geometrical theorem.

Not that there was no irrationality in his life. Quite the contrary. But this was a result, not the cause, of his condition. At least, this is what he told himself later.

Simply put, sleep was his bane, his nemesis. It was his h.e.l.l on an installment plan.

Croyd Crenson had completed eight grades of school and didn't make it through the ninth. This was not because of any fault of his own. While not at the top of his cla.s.s he was not at the bottom either. He was an average kid of average build, freckly-faced, with blue eyes and straight brown hair. He had liked to play war games with his friends until the real war ended; then they played cops and robbers more and more often. When it was war he had waited-not too patiently-for his chance to be the ace fighter pilot, Jetboy; after the war, in cops and robbers, he was usually a robber.

He'd started ninth grade, but like many others he never got through the first month: September 1946. . . .

”What are you looking at?”

He remembered Miss Marston's question but not her expression, because he didn't turn away from the spectacle. It was not uncommon for kids in his cla.s.s to glance out the window with increasing frequency once three o'clock came within believable distance. It was was uncommon for them not to turn away quickly, though, when addressed, feigning a final bout of attention while awaiting the dismissal bell. uncommon for them not to turn away quickly, though, when addressed, feigning a final bout of attention while awaiting the dismissal bell.

Instead, he had replied, ”The blimps.”

In that three other boys and two girls who also had a good line of sight were looking in the same direction, Miss Marston-her own curiosity aroused-crossed to the window. She halted there and stared.

They were quite high-five or six of them, it seemed-tiny things at the end of an alleyway of cloud, moving as if linked together. And there was an airplane in the vicinity, making a rapid pa.s.s at them. Black-and-white memories of flas.h.i.+ng newsreels, still fresh, came to mind. It actually looked as if the plane were attacking the silver minnows.

Miss Marston watched for several moments, then turned away.

”All right, cla.s.s,” she began. ”It's only-”

Then the sirens sounded. Involuntarily, Miss Marston felt her shoulders rise and tighten.

”Air raid!” called a girl named Charlotte in the first row.

”Is not,” said Jimmy Walker, teeth braces flas.h.i.+ng. ”They don't have them anymore. The war's over.”

”I know what they sound like,” Charlotte said. ”Every time there was a blackout-”

”But there's no more war,” Bobby Tremson stated.

”That will be enough, cla.s.s,” Miss Marston said. ”Perhaps they're testing them.”

But she looked back out the window and saw a small flash of fire in the sky before a reef of cloud blocked her view of the aerial conflict.

”Stay in your seats,” she said then, as several students had risen and were moving toward the window. ”I'm going to check in the office and see whether there's a drill that hadn't been announced. I'll be right back. You may talk if you do it quietly.”

She departed, banging the door behind her. Croyd continued to stare at the cloud screen, waiting for it to part again.

”It's Jetboy,” he said to Bobby Tremson, across the aisle.

”Aw, c'mon,” Bobby said. ”What would he be doing up there? The war's over.”

”It's a jet plane. I've seen it in newsreels, and that's how it goes. And he's got the best one.”

”You're just making that up,” Liza called from the rear of the room.

Croyd shrugged.

”There's somebody bad up there, and he's fighting them,” he said. ”I saw the fire. There's shooting.”

The sirens continued to wail. From the street outside came the sound of screeching brakes, followed by the brief hoot of an auto horn and the dull thud of collision.

”Accident!” Bobby called, and everyone was getting up and moving to the window.