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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 nowIron bands will clamp your brow;Your tongue resemble curdled cream,A rusty streak the centre seam;Your mouth will taste of untold thingsWith 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 nowYou will feebly wonder howAll your bones can break in twainAnd so quickly knit again!You will feel a score of JaelsIn your temples driving nails!You will wonder if you're shotThrough the liver-case, or what!You will wonder if such heatIsn't Hades — and repeat!Then you'll sweat until, at length,You — won't — have — a — kitten's — strength!In about ten days from nowMake to health a parting bow;For you're going to have the fever,Yellow eyes!— James Stanley Gilbert,"Panama Patchwork," 1909