OCR Text |
Show Flying - 76 he'll probably try again. This has nothing to do with loyalty. If we don't find him, he'll probably succeed." "I don't know where he might have gone, sir," says John Henry, weaving a little. The captain doesn't believe it. "I'm told you were his best friend." "I knew him," says John Henry. "And he didn't tell you where he was going? He didn't tell you he was going to go AWOL?" "He didn't say anything to me, sir," says John Henry. "You realize you could be court-martialed for withholding evidence," says the captain. And John Henry walks out of the orderly room with a brisk salute and a sharp about-face and goes back to the motorpool, shuffling his feet in the Texas dust. He said nothing at all to me, sir. I never knew him that well anyway. He decided to leave and he left. What kind of a soldier would I be if I said anything else. On down the road, shuffling his feet in the dust. In the motorpool the story will be told and re-told, embellished and patterned, until it becomes another legend of the boss and the peon, the oppressed and the oppressor, a myth of exploited men. Take that hammer to the captain. That's the way I see it. |