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Show 33 His desk was, as always, claar. Part of tha maticulous-ness of his office was due to Sergeant Koontz,whom Kyoto had rspaatedly triad to steal, and part to ths Major's distaste for paperwork. Phyllis maintained ha was illitsrata, and knsw only one use for paper; certainly all corrsspondenca was given to Sergeant Koontz for "expediting," or to Sid. Probably, how-aver, she was wrong: once ha had caught a PFC doctoring his pass, and whether he could read or not, spotted ths forgsry like an expert. When the officers were seated, he looked around,, "What tha fuck happansd?" Tha officers stirred, and gazed at Sid, who squared his shouldars, gazed into the Major's eyas, and clsarsd his throat. "WB were halfway back, sir," hs said, "when the boat conked out." And having stated tha thsme hs waitsd for variations. The Major pondersd a fsw momsnts, pssring about at the huddled hordes. "Than what?" "WB startsd to go aground, but held off." "How?" "With polss. Tore up the railings. Soma of us stood at one end and some at ths other." "Who," asked the Major, liking things sxact, "stood where?" "Had to move about, sir, as the boat swung. At first Parker and Asano had one, Jennings and Koontz another. I |