Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 65 — page 72: what you’re looking at

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LEAVE She shook her head. ““No, Jerry, there’s no way for us.” Johnson said: “I’ve got your replacement, Captain. Name’s Prout. He’s new, straight out of trainingschool.” Ward looked at Prout, who was young and upright, with soft brown eyes. *‘Why do you want to leave Earth?’’ he asked. He waited while Prout worried the question. There were all kinds of answers, some slick and easy off the tongue; some parroting the tele serials; some _ brashly ignorant. Prout said, slowly: “‘I hadn’t thought much about it—it’s difficult to find the words. I guess I’d say that being a spaceman is a good way of living.” ‘And dying,” Ward added, under his breath. “‘You’ll do, Prout!” 71 They went aboard the shin- ing metal ship and, suddenly, all the tension went out of Ward. This was what he understood. He settled into the pilot’s seat and thumbed the firing button. The ship lifted. Space was cold and dark and silent. It was also, Ward reflected, restful. He stared through the port to the scattered light-motes of the Milky Way. It was good to be back ¥:... Across the cabin, Eve’s photograph reminded him of the letter he had to write. It would not be an easy letter. He took up his pad, and headed it—and, all at once, it struck him that there was no need to write. She knew already. He tore out the spoilt page, crumpled it in his hand, and tossed it through the waste chute. comiclooks.cormn