Yellow Eyes (Ojos Amarillos: La Defensa de Panama) by John Ringo and Tom Kratman

Dedication

For the owners, operators and ladies of the Ancon Inn (Panama City) and el Moro (Colon).

Thank you. Let’s do it again some time.


And, as always:

For Captain Tamara Long, USAF

Born: 12 May 1979

Died: 23 March 2003, Afghanistan

You fly with the angels now.


Yellow Eyes

You are going to have the fever,

Yellow eyes!

In about ten days from now

Iron bands will clamp your brow;

Your tongue resemble curdled cream,

A rusty streak the centre seam;

Your mouth will taste of untold things

With claws and horns and fins and wings;

Your head will weigh a ton or more,

And forty gales within it roar!

In about ten days from now

You will feebly wonder how

All your bones can break in twain

And so quickly knit again!

You will feel a score of Jaels

In your temples driving nails!

You will wonder if you’re shot

Through the liver-case, or what!

You will wonder if such heat

Isn’t Hades — and repeat!

Then you’ll sweat until, at length,

You — won’t — have — a — kitten’s — strength!

In about ten days from now

Make to health a parting bow;

For you’re going to have the fever,

Yellow eyes!

— James Stanley Gilbert,

“Panama Patchwork,” 1909

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