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Show Flying - 114 "You»ll also be my driver," says Wilberforce, who as Systems Control Officer will have to drive around and inspect all the sites from which the battalion's communications equipment will operate. He wanted Armstrong to drive for him, but the Company Commander said sergeants were too valuable to be wasted as jeep drivers. So he got John Henry. Wilberforce is sympathetic to the plight of the enlisted man, but fears his driving, for the private has nothing to lose. A private wandering in the fogs of social despair is not what you want driving you about the lonely mountain roads of Southern California in an open jeep. Not even if you're very liberal. The Systems Control Van is a canvas and plywood shelter mounted on the back of a two and a half ton truck. It has no windows and only one small exhaust fan. Up front when John Henry walks in, facing away from him, is a big man with thin blond hair. He is tacking up a big chart on the wall, sweating in the awful heat. He turns when he hears John Henry. "I am Specialist Tovar," he says. "You are Private Pierson." "That's right," says John Henry. "The Signal Corps," says Specialist Tovar, not wasting any time now that the formalities are over, "is the nervous system of the army. It is only through the channels of |
