The bed was too short. Or, as my brother Archie would have said, I was too long. Archie was always ready with a joke. It seemed incongruous in a soldier built like a tank, but the members of his elite battalion said it took the stress away, helped them concentrate on something other than Alliance zap-rays and vacuum-bombs.
Tocsin and other stories
About the story: Where do you go when the going gets painful? And how do you get back?