Captain Torkel wiped perspiration from his upper lip with the back of
his hand. "We got to get these thoughts out of our minds. We're talking
like murderers. Garcia, think of the people you used to know. Think of
their faces. Imagine how it would be for them to die."
Garcia looked up into the sky, his features softening. "I can't
remember any faces, Captain. I can remember how the gulls used to fly
over the coast at Monterey and how the fishing boats used to bounce
over the waves. That's all. The gulls and the boats will be destroyed
anyway. We can't save those."