NICE WORK IF YOUCAN GET IT, and I got it because six summers of camp put the gunnyin my sergeant. The Major always kept menearby on patrols, which in more cases than one made usboth tacitly believe that I was less likely than most to get killed. The Major loved all his men likesons, and said as much on occasions when all the men were within earshot. These occasions occurred at camp, never when actually overseas, as itwas impossible to get us together except for a mission at which point itwas usually inappropriate to raise a voice in general address. Silencefor days on patrol, hand signals for directions. A butt to your skull ifyou snore.

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