HIS EYES Grant shades his eyes. He can see what could happen. He knows that others can't see what he does. He looks into the future-- not the distant future, years which contain things which would astound or mortify him; the future he sees is only a few hours away, and isn't even a future but merely a possibility. What the men could do, what would happen to them. At any rate, he knows he cannot describe the exact vision to his subordinates-- it would confound them, and take too long to explain. Grant shades his eyes and looks for a few simple things that can be described in plain language. The others look to him for their orders. He is looking out over the landscape to see the words he will write down a few minutes from now.