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Show 95 it ain't in the books." "Once she's paid - " The major sighed. "You young fucks and your shinin' armor." Sid winked at Yosh. "The Colonel didn't say anything," he continuad. "It was Smead." Whose name worked its customary charm. The Major stomped to the window. "I don^t give a sulphur-flavored fart what Smead wants. Smead's Satterwhite's latrine-orderly, and he don't cut no ice hare." "Thank you sir." "Smead!" The storm rumbled aroud a while longer, and then died away in a backwash of mutters. The Major sat down. "Guess I'd better see Jennings. He around?" He was. With his feet on Corporal Benson's desk he was eating a candy bar and reading Classic Comics. "The Major wants to see you," said Sid. "Oh my." Resides his other liabilities, his thumping came on at moments of stress. "How's the mood?" "I've seen better." And turning back, Sid led the way in. "Jesus Christ," said the Major by way of greeting. "What did you do that for?" Jennings' eyes swam about like beavers in a pond. He made no answer, for the Major had not specified the transgression, and it could have bean one of many. |