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"
In
what
way
was
it
different
with
Major
Duluth
?
"
"
I
wish
you
wouldn
’
t
ask
me
that
,
sir
,
"
said
Milo
.
"
Is
it
because
I
look
like
Henry
Fonda
?
"
Major
Major
mustered
the
courage
to
demand
.
"
Some
people
say
you
are
Henry
Fonda
,
"
Milo
answered
.
"
Well
,
I
’
m
not
Henry
Fonda
,
"
Major
Major
exclaimed
,
in
a
voice
quavering
with
exasperation
.
"
And
I
don
’
t
look
the
least
bit
like
him
.
And
even
if
I
do
look
like
Henry
Fonda
,
what
difference
does
that
make
?
"
"
It
doesn
’
t
make
any
difference
.
That
’
s
what
I
’
m
trying
to
tell
you
,
sir
.
It
’
s
just
not
the
same
with
you
as
it
was
with
Major
Duluth
.
"
And
it
just
wasn
’
t
the
same
,
for
when
Major
Major
,
at
the
next
meal
,
stepped
from
the
food
counter
to
sit
with
the
others
at
the
regular
tables
,
he
was
frozen
in
his
tracks
by
the
impenetrable
wall
of
antagonism
thrown
up
by
their
faces
and
stood
petrified
with
his
tray
quivering
in
his
hands
until
Milo
glided
forward
wordlessly
to
rescue
him
,
by
leading
him
tamely
to
his
private
table
.
Major
Major
gave
up
after
that
and
always
ate
at
his
table
alone
with
his
back
to
the
others
.
He
was
certain
they
resented
him
because
he
seemed
too
good
to
eat
with
them
now
that
he
was
squadron
commander
.
There
was
never
any
conversation
in
the
mess
tent
when
Major
Major
was
present
.
He
was
conscious
that
other
officers
tried
to
avoid
eating
at
the
same
time
,
and
everyone
was
greatly
relieved
when
he
stopped
coming
there
altogether
and
began
taking
his
meals
in
his
trailer
.
Major
Major
began
forging
Washington
Irving
’
s
name
to
official
documents
the
day
after
the
first
C
.
I
.
D
.
man
showed
up
to
interrogate
him
about
somebody
at
the
hospital
who
had
been
doing
it
and
gave
him
the
idea
.
He
had
been
bored
and
dissatisfied
in
his
new
position
.
He
had
been
made
squadron
commander
but
had
no
idea
what
he
was
supposed
to
do
as
squadron
commander
,
unless
all
he
was
supposed
to
do
was
forge
Washington
Irving
’
s
name
to
official
documents
and
listen
to
the
isolated
clinks
and
thumps
of
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
’
s
horseshoes
falling
to
the
ground
outside
the
window
of
his
small
office
in
the
rear
of
the
orderly
-
room
tent
.
He
was
hounded
incessantly
by
an
impression
of
vital
duties
left
unfulfilled
and
waited
in
vain
for
his
responsibilities
to
overtake
him
.
He
seldom
went
out
unless
it
was
absolutely
necessary
,
for
he
could
not
get
used
to
being
stared
at
.
Occasionally
,
the
monotony
was
broken
by
some
officer
or
enlisted
man
Sergeant
Towser
referred
to
him
on
some
matter
that
Major
Major
was
unable
to
cope
with
and
referred
right
back
to
Sergeant
Towser
for
sensible
disposition
.
Whatever
he
was
supposed
to
get
done
as
squadron
commander
apparently
was
getting
done
without
any
assistance
from
him
.
He
grew
moody
and
depressed
.
At
times
he
thought
seriously
of
going
with
all
his
sorrows
to
see
the
chaplain
,
but
the
chaplain
seemed
so
overburdened
with
miseries
of
his
own
that
Major
Major
shrank
from
adding
to
his
troubles
.
Besides
,
he
was
not
quite
sure
if
chaplains
were
for
squadron
commanders
.
He
had
never
been
quite
sure
about
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
,
either
,
who
,
when
he
was
not
away
renting
apartments
or
kidnapping
foreign
laborers
,
had
nothing
more
pressing
to
do
than
pitch
horseshoes
.
Major
Major
often
paid
strict
attention
to
the
horseshoes
falling
softly
against
the
earth
or
riding
down
around
the
small
steel
pegs
in
the
ground
.
He
peeked
out
at
Major
—
—
de
Coverley
for
hours
and
marveled
that
someone
so
august
had
nothing
more
important
to
do
.
