in mine and alices large tent , i laid on the cots , my back propped up against the pillow , and turned on one of the televisions , and not a moment too soon , because there was alice on the screen , standing up straight , looking off in the distance triumphantly , wearing her tight black military uniform with the red anarchy symbol emblazoned on the chest , holding up a machine gun with one hand and grasping the handle of a large machete with the other .