I studied and worked and learned my trade I had the life of an earthman made; But I met a spaceman and got way-laid— I went where I wasn't going! The Spaceman's Lament. This etext was produced from Analog Science Fact & Fiction October and November 1963. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Old Donegal was dying. They had all known it was coming, and they watched it come—his haggard wife, his daughter, and now his grandson, home on emergency leave from the pre-astronautics academy. Old Donegal knew it too, and had known it from the beginning, when he had begun to lose control of his legs and was forced to walk with a cane. But most of the time, he pretended to let them keep the secret they shared with the doctors—that the operations had all been failures, and that the cancer that fed at his spine would gnaw its way brainward...
.Check and Checkmate
Miller, Walter M.
Published: 1953 Categorie(s): Fiction, Science Fiction, Short Stories Source: http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/32837
.About Miller: Walter Michael Miller, Jr. (January 23 1923 – January 9 1996) was an American science fiction author. Today he is primarily known for A Canticle for Leibowitz, the only novel he published in his lifetime. Prior to its publication he was a prolific writer of short stories.
The Horde of sleek ships arose in the west at twilight—gleaming slivers
that reflected the dying sun as they lanced across the darkling heavens.
A majestic fleet of squadrons in double-vees, groups in staggered
echelon, they crossed the sky like gleaming geese, and the children of
Earth came out of their whispering gardens to gape at the splendor that
marched above them.
There was fear, for no vessel out of space had crossed the skies of
Earth for countless generations, and the children of the planet had forgotten.
Talk of heat—or better not—on Xecho. This water-logged world combined
all the most unattractive features of a steam bath and one could
only dream of coolness, greenness—more land than a stingy string of
The young man on the promontory above the crash of the waves wore
the winged cap of a spaceman with the insignia of a cargo-master and
not much else, save a pair of very short shorts. He wiped one hand absently
across his bare chest and brought it away damp as he studied,
through protective sun goggles, the treacherous promise of the bright
Walter Michael Miller, Jr. (January 23 1923 – January 9 1996) was an
American science fiction author. Today he is primarily known for A
Canticle for Leibowitz, the only novel he published in his lifetime. Prior
to its publication he was a prolific writer of short stories.