A SEPARATE WAR.
by Joe Haldeman.
1.
Our wounds were horrible, but the army made us well and gave us Heaven, temporarily. And a fortune to spend there.
The most expensive and hard-to-replace component of a fighting suit is the soldier inside of it, so if he is crippled badly enough to be taken out of the fight, the suit tries to save what"s left. In William"s case, it automatically cut off his mangled leg and sealed the stump. In my case it was the right arm, just above the elbow. They say that for us women, losing an arm is easier than a leg. How did they come up with that?
But it was amazing luck that we should both get amputation wounds at the same time, which kept us together.
That was the Tet-2 campaign, which was a disaster, and William and I lay around doped to the gills with happyjuice while the others died their way through the disaster of Aleph-7. The score after the two battles was fifty-four dead, thirty-seven of us crips, two head cases, and only twelve more or less working soldiers, who were of course bristling with enthusiasm. Twelve is not enough to fight a battle with, unfortunately, so the Sangre y Victoria Sangre y Victoria was rerouted to the hospital planet Heaven. was rerouted to the hospital planet Heaven.
We took a long time, three collapsar jumps, getting to Heaven. The Taurans can chase you through one jump, if they"re at the right place and the right time. But two would be almost impossible, and three just couldn"t happen.
(But "couldn"t happen" is probably a bad-luck charm. Because of the relativistic distortions a.s.sociated with travel through collapsar jumps, you never know, when you greet the enemy, whether it comes from your own time, or centuries in your past or future. Maybe in a millennium or two, they"ll be able to follow you through three collapsar jumps like following footprints. One of the first things they"d do is vaporize Heaven. Then Earth.) Heaven is like an Earth untouched by human industry and avarice, pristine forests and fields and mountainsbut it"s also a monument to human industry, and avarice, too.
When you recoverand there"s no "if"; you wouldn"t be there if they didn"t know they could fix youyou"re still in the army, but you"re also immensely wealthy. Even a private"s pay rolls up a fortune, automatically invested during the centuries that creak by between battles. One of the functions of Heaven is to put all those millions back into the economy. So there"s no end of things to do, all of them expensive.
When William and I recovered, we were given six months of "rest and recreation" on Heaven. I actually got out two days before him, but waited around, reading. They did still have books, for soldiers so old-fashioned they didn"t want to plug themselves into adventures or ecstasies for thousands of dollars a minute. I did have $529,755,012 sitting around, so I could have dipped into tripping. But I"d heard I would have plenty of it, retraining before our next a.s.signment. The ALSC, "accelerated life situation computer," which taught you things by making you do them in virtual reality. Over and over, until you got them right.
William had half again as much money as I did, since he had outranked me for centuries, but I didn"t wait around just to get my hands on his fortune. I probably would have wanted his company even if I didn"t love him. We were the only two people here born in the twentieth century, and there were only a handful from the twenty-first. Very few of them, off-duty, spoke a language I understood, though all soldiers were taught "premodern" English as a sort of temporal lingua franca. lingua franca. Some of them claimed their native language was English, but it was extremely fast and seemed to have lost some vowels along the way. Four centuries. Would I have sounded as strange to a Pilgrim? I don"t think so. Some of them claimed their native language was English, but it was extremely fast and seemed to have lost some vowels along the way. Four centuries. Would I have sounded as strange to a Pilgrim? I don"t think so.
(It would be interesting to take one of those Pilgrim Fathers and show him what had evolved from a life of grim piety and industriousness. Religion on Earth is a curiosity, almost as rare as heteros.e.x. Heaven has no G.o.d, either, and men and women in love or in s.e.x with people not of their own gender are committing an anachronistic perversion.) I"d already arranged for a sumptuous "honeymoon" suite on Skye, an airborne resort, before William got out, and we did spend five days there, amusing each other anachronistically. Then we rented a flyer and set out to see the world.
William humored my desire to explore the physical, wild aspects of the world first. We camped in desert, jungle, arctic waste, mountaintops, deserted islands. We had pressor fields that kept away dangerous animals, allowing us a good close look at them while they tried to figure out what was keeping them from lunch, and they were impressive-evolution here had not favored mammal over reptile, and both families had developed large, swift predators in a variety of beautiful and ugly designs.
Then we toured the cities, in their finite variety. Some, like the sylvan Threshold where we"d grown and trained our new limbs, blended in with their natural surroundings. This was a twenty-second-century esthetic, too bland and obvious for modern tastes. The newer cities, like Skye, flaunted their artificiality.
We were both nervous in Atlantis, under a crushing kilometer of water, with huge glowing beasts b.u.mping against the pressors, dark day and dark night. Perhaps it was too exact a metaphor for our lives in the army, the thin skins of cruiser or fighting suit holding the dark nothingness of s.p.a.ce at bay while monsters tried to destroy you.
Many of the cities had no function other than separating soldiers from their money, so in spite of their variety there was a sameness to them. Eat, drink, drug, trip, have or watch s.e.x.
I found the s.e.x shows more interesting than William did, but he was repelled by the men together. It didn"t seem to me that what they did was all that different from what we didand not nearly as alien as tripping for s.e.x, plugging into a machine that delivered to you the image of an ideal mate and cleaned up afterwards.
He did go to a lesbian show with me, and made love with unusual energy that night. I thought there was something there besides t.i.tillation; that he was trying to prove something. We kidded each other about it"Me Tarzan, you Jane," "Me Tarzan, you Heathcliff." Who on this world would know what we were laughing about?
Prost.i.tution had a new wrinkle, with empathy drugs that joined the servicer and customer in a deep emotional bond that was real while it lasted, I suppose to keep in compet.i.tion with the electronic fantasy. We told each other we weren"t inclined to try it, though I was curious, and probably would have done it if I"d been alone. I don"t think William would have, since the drugs don"t work between men and women, or so one of them told us, giggling with wide-eyed embarra.s.sment. The very idea.
We had six months of quiet communion and wild, desperate fun, and still had plenty of money left when it suddenly ended. We were having lunch in an elegant restaurant in Skye, watching the sun sparkle on the calm ocean a klick below, when a nervous private came up, saluted, and gave us our sealed orders.
They were for different places. William was going to Sade-138, a collapsar out in the Greater Magellanic Cloud. I was going to Aleph-10, in the Orion group.
He was a major, the Yod-4 Strike Force commander, and I was a captain, the executive officer for Aleph-10.
It was unbelievable, surreal; monumentally stupid and unfair. We"d been together since Basic-five years or half a millenniumand neither of us was leadership material. Neither of us was even a good private private! The army had abundant evidence of that. Yet he was leaving in a week, for Stargate, to become a leader of men and women. My Strike Force was mustering in orbit around Heaven, in two days. Where I would somehow become a leader myself.
We flew back to Threshold, half the world away, and got there just as the administrative offices were opening. William fought and bought his way to the top, trying at the very least to have me rea.s.signed as his his XO. What difference could it make? Most of the people he"d muster with at Stargate hadn"t even been born yet. XO. What difference could it make? Most of the people he"d muster with at Stargate hadn"t even been born yet.
Of course it was not a matter of logic; it was a matter of protocol. And no army in history had ever been so locked in the ice of protocol. The person who had signed signed those orders for the yet unborn was probably dead by now. those orders for the yet unborn was probably dead by now.
The day and night we had left together was not good. Naturally, we thought of running; we knew the planet well and had some resources left. But the planet belonged to the army. We wouldn"t be safe in any city, and would be thoroughly conspicuous in the wild, since we wouldn"t be able to survive without the pressor fields, easily detected.
Desertion would be punished by death, of course, and we discussed the possibility of dying together that way, in a final gesture of defiance. But that would have been pa.s.sive, simply giving our lives to the army. Better to offer them one more time to the Taurans.
Finally, exhausted by talk and anger and grief, we just lay in each other"s arms for the last night and early morning. I wish I could say we gave each other strength.
When he walked me to the isolation chamber three hours before launch, we were almost deferential with one another, perhaps the way you act in the presence of beloved dead. No poet who ever equated parting with death had ever had a door slam shut like that. Even if we had both been headed for Earth, a few days apart, the time-s.p.a.ce geometry of the collapsar jump would guarantee that we arrived decades or even centuries apart from one another.
And this wasn"t Earth. There were 150,000 light-years between Sade-138 and Aleph-10. Absolute distance means nothing in collapsar geometry, they say. But if William were to die in a nova bomb attack, the tiny spark of his pa.s.sing would take fifteen hundred centuries to crawl to Orion, or Earth. Time and distance beyond imagination.
The s.p.a.ceport was on the equator, of course, on an island they called Paerw"l; Farewell. There was a high cliff, actually a flattened-off pinnacle, overlooking the bay to the east, where William and I had spent silent days fasting and meditating. He said he was going there to watch the launch. I hoped to get a window so that I could see the island, and I did push my way to one when we filed into the shuttle. But I couldn"t see the pinnacle from sea level, and when the engines screamed and the invisible force pushed me back into the cushions, I looked but was blinded by tears, and couldn"t raise a hand to wipe them away.
2.
Fortunately, I had six hours" slack time after we docked at the s.p.a.ce station Athene, before I had to report for ALSC training. Time to pull myself together, with the help of a couple of s...o...b..a.l.l.s. I went to my small quarters and unpacked and took the pills, and lay on the bunk for a while. Then I found my way to the lounge and watched the planet spin below, green and white and blue. There were eleven ships in orbit a few klicks away, one a large cruiser, presumably the Bolivar, Bolivar, which was going to take us to Aleph-10. which was going to take us to Aleph-10.
The lounge was huge and almost empty. Two other women in unfamiliar beige uniforms, I supposed Athene staff. They were talking in the strange fast Angel language, and I was listening with a rather slow brain.
While I was getting coffee, a man walked in wearing tan-and-green camouflage fatigues like mine. We weren"t actually camouflaged as well as the ones in beige, in this room of comforting wood and earth tones.
He came over and got a cup. "You"re Captain Potter, Marygay Potter."
"That"s right," I said. "You"re in Beta?"
"No, I"m stationed here, but I"m army." He offered his hand. "Michael Dobei, Mike. Colonel. I"m your Temporal Orientation Officer."
We carried our coffee to a table. "You"re supposed to catch me up on this future, this present?"
He nodded. "Prepare you for dealing with the men and women under you. And the other officers."
"What I"m trying to deal with is this "under you" part. I"m no soldier, Colonel."
"Mike. You"re actually a better soldier than you know. I"ve seen your profile. You"ve been through a lot of combat, and it hasn"t broken you. Not even the terrible experience on Earth."
William and I had been staying on my parents" farm when we were attacked by a band of looters; Mother and Dad were killed. "That"s in my profile? I wasn"t a soldier then. We"d quit."
"There"s a lot of stuff in there." He raised his coffee and looked at me over the rim of the cup. "Want to know what your high-school advisor thought of you?"
"You"re a shrink."
"That used to be the word. Now we"re "skinks." "
I laughed. "That used to be a lizard."
"Still is." He pulled a reader out of his pocket. "You were last on Earth in 2007. You liked it so little that you reenlisted."
"Has it gotten better?"
"Better, then worse, then better. As ever. When I left, in 2318, things were at least peaceful."
"Drafted?"
"Not in the sense you were. I knew from age ten what I was going to be. Everybody does."
"What? You knew you were going to be a Temporal Orientation Officer?"
"Uh-huh." He smiled. "I didn"t know quite what that meant, but I sure as h.e.l.l resented it. I had to go to a special school, to learn this languageSoldierSpeakbut I had to take four years of it, instead of the two that most soldiers do.
"I suppose we"re more regimented on Earth now; creche to grave control, but also security. The crime and anarchy that characterized your Earth are ancient history. Most people live happy, fulfilling lives."
"h.o.m.os.e.xual. No families."
"Oh, we have families, parents, but not random ones. To keep the population stable, one person is quickened whenever one dies. The new one goes to a couple that has grown up together in the knowledge that they have a talent for parenting; they"ll be given, at most, four children to raise."
" "Quickened"test-tube babies?"
"Incubators. No birth trauma. No real uncertainty about the future. You"ll find your troops a pretty sane bunch of people."
"And what will they find me? me? They won"t resent taking orders from a heteros.e.xual throwback? A dinosaur?" They won"t resent taking orders from a heteros.e.xual throwback? A dinosaur?"
"They know history; they won"t blame you for being what you are. If you tried to initiate s.e.x with one of the men, there might be trouble."
I shook my head. "That won"t happen. The only man I love is gone, forever."
He looked down at the floor and cleared his throat. Can you embarra.s.s a professional skink? "William Mandella. I wish they hadn"t done that. It seems...unnecessarily cruel."
"We tried to get me rea.s.signed as his XO."
"That wouldn"t have worked. That"s the paradox." He moved the cup in circles on the table, watching the reflections dance. "You both have so much time in rank, objective and subjective, that they had to give you commissions. But they couldn"t put you under William. The heteros.e.x issue aside, he would be more concerned about your safety than about the mission. The troops would see that and resent it."
"What, it never happens in your brave new world? You never have a commander falling in love with someone in his or her command?"
"Of course it happens; het or home, love happens. But they"re separated and sometimes punished, or at least reprimanded." He waved that away. "In theory. If it"s not blatant, who cares? But with you and William, it would be a constant irritant to the people underneath you."
"Most of them have never seen heteros.e.xuals, I suppose."
"None of them. It"s detected early and easy to cure."
"Wonderful. Maybe they can cure me."
"No. I"m afraid it has to be done before p.u.b.erty." He laughed. "Sorry. You were kidding me."
"You don"t think my being het is going to hurt my ability to command?"
"No, like I say, they know how people used to bebesides, privates aren"t supposed to empathize empathize with their officers; they"re supposed to follow their orders. And they know about ALSC training; they"ll know how well prepared you are." with their officers; they"re supposed to follow their orders. And they know about ALSC training; they"ll know how well prepared you are."
"I"ll be out of the chain of command, anyhow, as Executive Officer."
"Unless everybody over you dies. It"s happened."
"Then the army will find out what a mistake it made. A little too late."
"You might surprise yourself, after the ALSC training." He checked his watch. "Which is coming up in a couple of hours."
"Would you like to get together for lunch before that?"
"Um, no. I don"t think you want to eat. They sort of clean you out beforehand. From both ends."
"Sounds...dramatic."
"Oh, it is, all of it. Some people enjoy it."
"You don"t think I will."
He paused. "Let"s talk about it afterward."
3.
The purging wasn"t bad, since by that time I was limp and goofy with drugs. They shaved me clean as a baby, even my arms and cheeks, and were in the process of covering me with feedback sensors when I dozed off.
I woke up naked and running. A bunch of other naked people were running after me and my friends, throwing rocks at us. A heavy rock stung me under the shoulderblade, knocking my breath away and making me stumble. A chunky Neanderthal tackled me and whacked me on the head twice with something.
I knew this was a simulation, a dream, and here I was pa.s.sing out in a dream. When I woke up a moment later, he had forced my legs apart and was about to rape me. I clawed at his eyes and rolled away. He came after me, intention still apparent, and my hand fell on his club. I swung it with both hands and cracked his head, spraying blood and brains. He e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed in shuddering spurts as he died, feet drumming the ground. G.o.d, it was supposed to be realistic, but couldn"t they spare me a few details?
Then I was standing in a phalanx with a shield and a long spear. There were men in front of our line, crouching, with shorter spears. All of the weapons were braced at the same angle, presenting a wall of points to the horses that were charging toward us. This is not the hard part. You just stand firm, and live or not. I studied the light armor of the Persian enemy as they approached. There were three who might be in my area if we unhorsed them, or if their horses stopped.
The horse on my left crashed through. The one on the right reared up and tried to turn. The one charging straight at us took both spears in the breast, breaking the shaft of mine as it skidded, sprawling, spraying blood and screaming with an unearthly high whine, pinning the man in front of me. The unhorsed Persian crashed into my shield and knocked me down as I was drawing my short sword; the hilt of it dug in under my ribs, and I almost slashed myself getting it free of the scabbard while I scrambled back to my feet.
The horseman had lost his little round shield, but his sword was coming around in a flat arc. I just caught it on the edge of my shield and as I had been taught as I had been taught chopped down toward his unprotected forearm and wristhe twisted away, but I nicked him under the elbow, lucky shot that hit a tendon or something. He dropped his sword and as he reached for it with his other hand, I slashed at his face and opened a terrible wound across eye, cheek, and mouth. As he screamed a flap of skin fell away, exposing b.l.o.o.d.y bone and teeth, and I shifted my weight for a backhand, aiming for the unprotected throat, and then something slammed into my back and the b.l.o.o.d.y point of a spear broke the skin above my right nipple; I fell to my knees dying and realized I didn"t have b.r.e.a.s.t.s; I was a man, a young boy. chopped down toward his unprotected forearm and wristhe twisted away, but I nicked him under the elbow, lucky shot that hit a tendon or something. He dropped his sword and as he reached for it with his other hand, I slashed at his face and opened a terrible wound across eye, cheek, and mouth. As he screamed a flap of skin fell away, exposing b.l.o.o.d.y bone and teeth, and I shifted my weight for a backhand, aiming for the unprotected throat, and then something slammed into my back and the b.l.o.o.d.y point of a spear broke the skin above my right nipple; I fell to my knees dying and realized I didn"t have b.r.e.a.s.t.s; I was a man, a young boy.