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Show Flying - 216 third platoon. Dreaming of a life of contemplation and cleai work, a life full of clear purpose and free from corruption and sin. And I could write a book and tell everybody how it's done. Karafa breaks down the platoon for inspection in ranks. "First squad, two steps forward, march! Second squad one step forward, march! Fourth squad one step backward, march!" Like a high-school marching band in the glory of half-time, they execute the maneuver and stand spread out for their commander's convenience, he to walk thus without fear of touching them between the open lines, pointing to a belt-buckle or grabbing a carbine, Sergeant Karafa close behind with a little black notebook to record every offense. A good nan, the captain, fair and honest and tough, the kind of master it's a pleasure to work for. So they say around C company. It's the sergeants that are pricks-the old nan's OK. That too is part of the legend. "How are you this norning, Pierson?" says the captain, stopping in front of John Henry. "Fine, sir," says John Henry. "Ready for the General?" "Yes, sir, I am," says John Henry. Standing rigid in front of the conpany commander, eyes always to the front, making no sound unless spoken to, then |