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Show 103 "Everybody knows," said Sid, and Koontz's voice took on a lass formal tone. "I've a buddy in Higashi, sir. We soldiered together in the States," Koontz sighed. "Says he never saw such a place. Doesn't like it." "Oh?" "GI, sir, you can't imagine. Spit-and-polish. RHIP. And no transfers. Once the Colonel --" A shadow of displeasure crossed Sid's face, and Koontz lowered his voice. "Mothing to me, sir. I don't have anything against the Colonel. I'm just telling what my buddy said. He thinks it isn't the Colonel anyhow; not all. Part's Captain Smead." Sid scowled again. He had not found it advisable to listen to the men's complaints about the officers, even if Koontz was the man and Smead the officer. Koontz noted the scowl, and his voice added urgency. "That's not all, sir. "I've got another buddy --" "Very popular, Sergeant." "Thank you, sir. This one's in Higashi, too - QM supply - and the other day a Japanese comes in with a requisition. He's working on the Captain's house." Sid sensed the direction, and spoke up. "They're working on my house too: taking down the coffee-cans and putting in showar-heads." "This is different, sir. Captain Smead's installing a bar." "I know. He told me." Sergeant Koontz showed surprise. "Did you see it, sir?" |