Billy Pilgrim got onto a chartered airplane in Ilium twenty-five years after that. He knew it was going to crash, but he didn’t want to make a fool of himself by saying so.
She asked Billy Pilgrim what he was supposed to be. Billy said he didn’t know. He was just trying to keep warm. “All the real soldiers are dead,” she said. It was true. So it goes.
The syrup was enriched with vitamins and minerals. The syrup was for pregnant women. The syrup tasted like thin honey laced with hickory smoke, and everybody who worked in the factory secretly spooned it all day long. They weren’t pregnant, but they needed vitamins and minerals, too.