"I think this is it, guys," one soldier says. "We're all gonna die. Maybe we should pray."
"Yeah, pray," says the second. "Anyone know how to pray?"
"I do," says the third. "I grew up next door to a church, and there were people coming and going every night of the week, praying for hours at a time. I'll bet I can remember enough to make do."
"All right," says the first soldier, and they all three bow their heads.
The third soldier clears his throat and then says, "B 7. O 63."
