Пролетая над гнездом кукушки

           Soundsdiedanddissolvedafterafewyards,andyoucouldn’thearanyoftherestofyourcrew,nothingbutthatlittlehornsqueakingandhonkingoutofasoftfurrywhitenesssothickthatyourbodyjustfadedintowhitebelowthebelt;otherthanthatbrownshirtandbrassbuckle,youcouldn’tseenothingbutwhite,likefromthewaistdownyouwerebeingdissolvedbythefogtoo.

           Andthensomeguywanderingaslostasyouwouldallofasuddenberightbeforeyoureyes,hisfacebiggerandclearerthanyoueversawaman’sfacebeforeinyourlife.Youreyeswereworkingsohardtoseeinthatfogthatwhensomethingdidcomeinsighteverydetailwastentimesasclearasusual,soclearbothofyouhadtolookaway.Whenamanshowedupyoudidn’twanttolookathisfaceandhedidn’twanttolookatyours,becauseit’spainfultoseesomebodysoclearthatit’slikelookinginsidehim,butthenneitherdidyouwanttolookawayandlosehimcompletely.Youhadachoice:youcouldeitherstrainandlookatthingsthatappearedinfrontofyouinthefog,painfulasitmightbe,oryoucouldrelaxandloseyourself.

           Whentheyfirstusedthatfogmachineontheward,onetheyboughtfromArmySurplusandhidintheventsinthenewplacebeforewemovedin,IkeptlookingatanythingthatappearedoutofthefogaslongandhardasIcould,tokeeptrackofit,justlikeIusedtodowhentheyfoggedtheairfieldsinEurope.