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"
Sure
he
’
s
guilty
,
"
said
the
colonel
.
"
Guilty
as
hell
.
"
"
Guilty
of
what
?
"
implored
the
chaplain
,
feeling
more
and
more
bewildered
and
not
knowing
which
of
the
men
to
appeal
to
for
mercy
.
The
third
officer
wore
no
insignia
and
lurked
in
silence
off
to
the
side
.
"
What
did
I
do
?
"
"
That
’
s
just
what
we
’
re
going
to
find
out
,
"
answered
the
colonel
,
and
he
shoved
a
pad
and
pencil
across
the
table
to
the
chaplain
.
"
Write
your
name
for
us
,
will
you
?
In
your
own
handwriting
.
"
"
My
own
handwriting
?
"
"
That
’
s
right
.
Anywhere
on
the
page
.
"
When
the
chaplain
had
finished
,
the
colonel
took
the
pad
back
and
held
it
up
alongside
a
sheet
of
paper
he
removed
from
a
folder
.
"
See
?
"
he
said
to
the
major
,
who
had
come
to
his
side
and
was
peering
solemnly
over
his
shoulder
.
"
They
’
re
not
the
same
,
are
they
?
"
the
major
admitted
.
"
I
told
you
he
did
it
.
"
"
Did
what
?
"
asked
the
chaplain
.
"
Chaplain
,
this
comes
as
a
great
shock
to
me
,
"
the
major
accused
in
a
tone
of
heavy
lamentation
.
"
What
does
?
"
