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Show 173 papers. "What the hell," said Red at supper that night. "What the hell what?" said Helen. "You're lucky you're Lutheran," said Chaplain Captain Chaplain. He smiled pleasantly at Helen to let her know it was a joke. This whole business was making Red pretty confused. Pearl Harbor was still pretty abstract a for him, he'd never even seen a real Jap, though he figured he wouldn't have any trouble recognizing them once he got out there fighting. He liked being in San Diego during the winter with the warm weather and the palm trees and Helen, but sometimes he felt like he wasn't doing his duty, afterall there was fighting to be done and if there was ever anybody in the whole world who could fight, it was him, besides he'd already proven he could shoot a xixa nickel off a god-damn airplane, sordid he end up not getting sent out, though he was real happy he didn't. "You just don't know," said Chaplain Captain Chaplain. "Sometimes things work out in strange ways and we just have to do our part the best we can. Think about what you do for all the non-coms here by kxx beating all the officers in horse shoes and handball. A lot of people are dying in the fighting now. Maybe you'd be wasted." "I'd waste them," said Red. Helen threw a potholder at him. Red's old unit got totally rubbed out. "Well," said Chaplain Captain Chaplain that night at dinner. "Maybe I'd have been the difference," said Red. "It seems so inconceivable that they could beat us at anything," s said Helen. "They have the advantage for now," said the chaplain. "But we're in the right. Things will change, and we'll win." "What will we win," said Helen. "I could use a new washer and a dryer." Chaplain Captain Chaplain eyed Helen. He had to keep reminding himself to stop underestimating her. She shot d i r e c t l y at nothing and always hit. Red got up and clutched xxx at the air. Any dope who knew the future could see he needed a bowling ball. «j *™»+. want to be here when he gets sent out," Helen said, |