Do not fall asleep and drive into a crevasse. All you got to do is stay behind me and follow the bamboo markers. “It’s just like driving a tractor, except it’s a giant one. “Well, you’re gonna have to fill in,” Whitmore said. Paul hopped to his feet, and Whitmore asked, with no preamble, “You ever drive a D8 Cat?” Whitmore had buggy, vein-scraggled blue eyes that seemed to intensify anything he said, giving any question he asked an oddly moral implication. He was in the mess hall when Master Sergeant Whitmore appeared at his elbow. The snow and dirt were constantly changing places. Everything he could see on the edge of the polar ice cap was white and brown like some kind of visual trick: dirt, and snow, and snowy dirt, and snowy air, and sometimes blowing dirt. When Paul, a nuclear operator, had arrived in Greenland, the reactor at Camp Century was still not fully assembled, so he and a dozen other men were being held temporarily at another camp a hundred miles south.
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