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"
Give
him
eat
,
"
he
said
.
Corporal
Snark
began
giving
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
eat
.
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
turned
from
the
counter
with
his
tray
full
and
came
to
a
stop
.
His
eyes
fell
on
the
groups
of
other
officers
gazing
at
him
in
mute
appeal
,
and
,
with
righteous
belligerence
,
he
roared
:
"
Give
everybody
eat
!
"
"
Give
everybody
eat
!
"
Milo
echoed
with
joyful
relief
,
and
the
Glorious
Loyalty
Oath
Crusade
came
to
an
end
.
Captain
Black
was
deeply
disillusioned
by
this
treacherous
stab
in
the
back
from
someone
in
high
place
upon
whom
he
had
relied
so
confidently
for
support
.
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
had
let
him
down
.
"
Oh
,
it
doesn
’
t
bother
me
a
bit
,
"
he
responded
cheerfully
to
everyone
who
came
to
him
with
sympathy
.
"
We
completed
our
task
.
Our
purpose
was
to
make
everyone
we
don
’
t
like
afraid
and
to
alert
people
to
the
danger
of
Major
Major
,
and
we
certainly
succeeded
at
that
.
Since
we
weren
’
t
going
to
let
him
sign
loyalty
oaths
anyway
,
it
doesn
’
t
really
matter
whether
we
have
them
or
not
.
"
Seeing
everyone
in
the
squadron
he
didn
’
t
like
afraid
once
again
throughout
the
appalling
,
interminable
Great
Big
Siege
of
Bologna
reminded
Captain
Black
nostalgically
of
the
good
old
days
of
his
Glorious
Loyalty
Oath
Crusade
when
he
had
been
a
man
of
real
consequence
,
and
when
even
big
shots
like
Milo
Minderbinder
,
Doc
Daneeka
and
Piltchard
and
Wren
had
trembled
at
his
approach
and
groveled
at
his
feet
.
To
prove
to
newcomers
that
he
really
had
been
a
man
of
consequence
once
,
he
still
had
the
letter
of
commendation
he
had
received
from
Colonel
Cathcart
.
Actually
,
it
was
not
Captain
Black
but
Sergeant
Knight
who
triggered
the
solemn
panic
of
Bologna
,
slipping
silently
off
the
truck
for
two
extra
flak
suits
as
soon
as
he
learned
the
target
and
signaling
the
start
of
the
grim
procession
back
into
the
parachute
tent
that
degenerated
into
a
frantic
stampede
finally
before
all
the
extra
flak
suits
were
gone
.
"
Hey
,
what
’
s
going
on
?
"
Kid
Sampson
asked
nervously
.
"
Bologna
can
’
t
be
that
rough
,
can
it
?
"
Nately
,
sitting
trancelike
on
the
floor
of
the
truck
,
held
his
grave
young
face
in
both
hands
and
did
not
answer
him
.
