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Show Flying - 53 "Them doctors is pretty smart," says Thompson. "They ain't nobody can't prove you ain't crazy," says Arkwright. "They can't prove you're not queer, either," says O'Connell, "but if they don't believe you, you'll end up in the stockade just the same." And that, of course, is the catch. Old fatigues with the big white P on the back. Big MP's hand-picked because they like to hurt people. Barbed wire and bad time. You come out with as much time left as when you went in. Arkwright gets a face card and goes bust. Thompson, with a three showing, tries a little sandbagging. O'Connell turns up an ace to go with the six he had on top. "I'll pay eighteen," he says, and takes their money. John Henry sips at his coffee. Is there then no hope? "I knew a guy once," says O'Connell, "who found a way to get out. He never complained, never went to the chaplain, never even tried to see the doctors, kept telling everybody he thought the Army was great. What he did was he started to throw up after every meal he ate in the mess-hall. At first, he'd puke an hour or two after he ate, while we were working. Then he started doing it closer and closer to the time he ate, tossing it all up in the barracks and even while we were all walking back. Finally one day, he puked right on the table while we were still eating. The old man heard |