summer. How long d'ye reckon it'll be before us-guys git
overseas?"

"God, I don't know."

"Ah want to see that country over there."

"You do?"

"Don't you?"

"You bet I do."

"All right, what you fellers stand here for? Go and dump them
garbage cans. Lively!" shouted the corporal waddling about
importantly on his bandy legs. He kept looking down the row of
barracks, muttering to himself, "Goddam.... Time fur inspectin'
now, goddam. Won't never pass this time."

His face froze suddenly into obsequious immobility. He brought his
hand up to the brim of his hat. A group of officers strode past
him into the nearest building.

John Andrews, coming back from emptying the garbage pails, went in
the back door of his barracks.

"Attention!" came the cry from the other end. He made his neck and
arms as rigid as possible.

Through the silent barracks came the hard clank of the heels of