And, as he walked past the hanging banners, he re¬membered something that Mahoney had told him, about there being nothing more dangerous than a soldier who's gotten his first hero ribbon! The day after the death of the president (the thought of him and the first lady wandering witlessly through the streets of Washington, D.C., gnawing on human arms and legs like people eating chicken legs at a picnic was not mentioned; it was a little too much to bear, even if the bastid and his big old blond wife were Democrats).