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Major
Major
’
s
unexpected
promotion
to
major
the
next
day
plunged
the
belligerent
sergeant
into
a
bottomless
gloom
,
for
he
was
no
longer
able
to
boast
that
he
could
beat
hell
out
of
any
man
in
his
outfit
.
He
brooded
for
hours
in
his
tent
like
Saul
,
receiving
no
visitors
,
while
his
elite
guard
of
corporals
stood
discouraged
watch
outside
.
At
three
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
he
found
his
solution
,
and
Major
Major
and
the
other
recruits
were
again
shaken
roughly
awake
and
ordered
to
assemble
barefoot
in
the
drizzly
glare
at
the
administration
tent
,
where
the
sergeant
was
already
waiting
,
his
fists
clenched
on
his
hips
cockily
,
so
eager
to
speak
that
he
could
hardly
wait
for
them
to
arrive
.
"
Me
and
Major
Major
,
"
he
boasted
,
in
the
same
tough
,
clipped
tones
of
the
night
before
,
"
can
beat
hell
out
of
any
man
in
my
outfit
.
"
The
officers
on
the
base
took
action
on
the
Major
Major
problem
later
that
same
day
.
How
could
they
cope
with
a
major
like
Major
Major
?
To
demean
him
personally
would
be
to
demean
all
other
officers
of
equal
or
lesser
rank
.
To
treat
him
with
courtesy
,
on
the
other
hand
,
was
unthinkable
.
Fortunately
,
Major
Major
had
applied
for
aviation
cadet
training
.
Orders
transferring
him
away
were
sent
to
the
mimeograph
room
late
in
the
afternoon
,
and
at
three
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
Major
Major
was
again
shaken
roughly
awake
,
bidden
Godspeed
by
the
sergeant
and
placed
aboard
a
plane
heading
west
.
Lieutenant
Scheisskopf
turned
white
as
a
sheet
when
Major
Major
reported
to
him
in
California
with
bare
feet
and
mud
-
caked
toes
.
Major
Major
had
taken
it
for
granted
that
he
was
being
shaken
roughly
awake
again
to
stand
barefoot
in
the
mud
and
had
left
his
shoes
and
socks
in
the
tent
.
The
civilian
clothing
in
which
he
reported
for
duty
to
Lieutenant
Scheisskopf
was
rumpled
and
dirty
.
Lieutenant
Scheisskopf
,
who
had
not
yet
made
his
reputation
as
a
parader
,
shuddered
violently
at
the
picture
Major
Major
would
make
marching
barefoot
in
his
squadron
that
coming
Sunday
.
"
Go
to
the
hospital
quickly
,
"
he
mumbled
,
when
he
had
recovered
sufficiently
to
speak
,
"
and
tell
them
you
’
re
sick
.
Stay
there
until
your
allowance
for
uniforms
catches
up
with
you
and
you
have
some
money
to
buy
some
clothes
.
And
some
shoes
.
Buy
some
shoes
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
you
have
to
call
me
‘
sir
,
’
sir
,
"
Lieutenant
Scheisskopf
pointed
out
.
"
You
outrank
me
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
I
may
outrank
you
,
sir
,
but
you
’
re
still
my
commanding
officer
.
"
