_Subject: War Games, 1957: Notes._ _Location: Venus, northern mass, west: N Lat. 38°24' to N Lat. 37°12' E Long. 41°6' to E Long 39°12'._ _Force: 1,231,693._ _Age range: Reg. 10 yrs. 1 mo. to 10 yrs. 4 mos. Av: 10 yrs. 2-1/2 mos._ _Mortality: 483,912._ _Wounded In Action (Retrieved): 202,516._ _Balance: Minus 200 M; plus 173 WIA._ _Remarks: Within forgiveness margin._ _Conditioning: 3% held over._ _Personal observation: Full month training period completed by entire quadrant. For male children of the 10-year age level, exceptionally excellent military discipline this year. From what I witnessed of the quadrants under Tayne, Klauss and Vladkow, they have experienced the same good results. Despite use of outmoded weapons, combat exceptionally vigorous, well-executed and effective. This was especially true in final phase, with all quadrants meeting on common front, northern mass (See map, Final Phase,) at which time 692,511 were committed. Full day rest allowed all quadrants during transfer from southwestern mass of quadrants 2 and 4._ _Klauss is to be especially commended for this thoroughness in psychologically preparing his quadrant. Each of its members seemed completely convinced that battle was necessary to survival; I assume Klauss' extraordinary success may be laid to a great extent on his expert use of the propaganda techniques so successful in the World War._ _Tayne is also to be commended, as is Vladkow, for having trained his quadrant to an admirably high degree of technical proficiency with both broadsword and mace. (See Recommendations, Final Report.)_ _Removal of dead done with somewhat lower expedience than usual in all quadrants, due, however to the increased vigor on numerous occasions to...._ Doug shut his eyes. No. No, none of this was so. None of it.... "Jane!" "Yes, Doug. Something--" "I want to see the strips--now, if possible." "Hit on something already?" "The strips I said! Now!" "Of course--right away, Doug." She pressed a stud in a panel flush with the desk-top. He knew he had startled her. But he had to see. If he could see, he'd understand. The words had made no sense at all, they were gibberish, crazy and he didn't know what they meant. * * * * * He held his muscles rigid as he waited for the orderly she had summoned to prepare the recessed projector, inset wall-screen. _Hurry, damn you, hurry!_ "Verbal commentary desired, sir?" "Oh--yes, yes of course." "All ready then, sir." "Go ahead then, go on." The suffused lighting of the chamber suddenly dimmed, and Jane rose from her desk. "I'll be in the eightieth level records library, sir, if I'm needed." "I don't--well if you wish, Miss Landis." She left. Because she knew--yes, of course she'd known what was coming. And she had left-- In full color, the pictures flashed on the screen.