“How long will it last, Jimmy?” I asked. “They tried something like it
on the Mex border. But it didn’t stick.”
Jimmy grunted.
“It’ll last until the _dengue_ kills off twice as many pilots as the
fields kill off, which will be plenty. Then the Administration will pull
in the ships, and leave gas and fuel cached. They’ll write it into the
records as a nice bit of tactics. It will be—for a couple of colonels
and one general.”