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But
the
Lieutenant
was
always
"
The
Lieutenant
"
--
never
"
Mr.
Rasczak
,
"
nor
even
"
Lieutenant
Rasczak
.
"
Simply
"
The
Lieutenant
,
"
spoken
to
and
of
in
the
third
person
.
There
was
no
god
but
the
Lieutenant
and
Sergeant
Jelal
was
his
prophet
.
Jelly
could
say
"
No
"
in
his
own
person
and
it
might
be
subject
to
further
argument
,
at
least
from
junior
sergeants
,
but
if
he
said
,
"
The
Lieutenant
would
n't
like
it
,
"
he
was
speaking
ex
cathedra
and
the
matter
was
dropped
permanently
.
Nobody
ever
tried
to
check
up
on
whether
or
not
the
Lieutenant
would
or
would
not
like
it
;
the
Word
had
been
spoken
.
The
Lieutenant
was
father
to
us
and
loved
us
and
spoiled
us
and
was
nevertheless
rather
remote
from
us
aboard
ship
--
and
even
dirtside
...
unless
we
reached
dirt
via
a
drop
.
But
in
a
drop
well
,
you
would
n't
think
that
an
officer
could
worry
about
every
man
of
a
platoon
spread
over
a
hundred
square
miles
of
terrain
.
But
he
can
.
He
can
worry
himself
sick
over
each
one
of
them
.
How
he
could
keep
track
of
us
all
I
ca
n't
describe
,
but
in
the
midst
of
a
ruckus
his
voice
would
sing
out
over
the
command
circuit
:
"
Johnson
!
Check
squad
six
!
Smitty
's
in
trouble
,
"
and
it
was
better
than
even
money
that
the
Lieutenant
had
noticed
it
before
Smith
's
squad
leader
.
Besides
that
,
you
knew
with
utter
and
absolute
certainty
that
,
as
long
as
you
were
still
alive
,
the
Lieutenant
would
not
get
into
the
retrieval
boat
without
you
.
There
have
been
prisoners
taken
in
the
Bug
War
,
but
none
from
Rasczak
's
Roughnecks
.
Jelly
was
mother
to
us
and
was
close
to
us
and
took
care
of
us
and
did
n't
spoil
us
at
all
.
But
he
did
n't
report
us
to
the
Lieutenant
--
there
was
never
a
court-martial
among
the
Roughnecks
and
no
man
was
ever
flogged
.
Jelly
did
n't
even
pass
out
extra
duty
very
often
;
he
had
other
ways
of
paddling
us
.
He
could
look
you
up
and
down
at
daily
inspection
and
simply
say
,
"
In
the
Navy
you
might
look
good
.
Why
do
n't
you
transfer
?
"
--
and
get
results
,
it
being
an
article
of
faith
among
us
that
the
Navy
crew
members
slept
in
their
uniforms
and
never
washed
below
their
collar
lines
.
But
Jelly
did
n't
have
to
maintain
discipline
among
privates
because
he
maintained
discipline
among
his
non-coms
and
expected
them
to
do
likewise
.
My
squad
leader
,
when
I
first
joined
,
was
"
Red
"
Greene
.
After
a
couple
of
drops
,
when
I
knew
how
good
it
was
to
be
a
Roughneck
,
I
got
to
feeling
gay
and
a
bit
too
big
for
my
clothes
--
and
talked
back
to
Red
.
He
did
n't
report
me
to
Jelly
;
he
just
took
me
back
to
the
washroom
and
gave
me
a
medium
set
of
lumps
,
and
we
got
to
be
pretty
good
friends
.
In
fact
,
he
recommended
me
for
lance
,
later
on
.
Actually
we
did
n't
know
whether
the
crew
members
slept
in
their
clothes
or
not
;
we
kept
to
our
part
of
the
ship
and
the
Navy
men
kept
to
theirs
,
because
they
were
made
to
feel
unwelcome
if
they
showed
up
in
our
country
other
than
on
duty
--
after
all
,
one
has
social
standards
one
must
maintain
,
must
n't
one
?
The
Lieutenant
had
his
stateroom
in
male
officers
'
country
,
a
Navy
part
of
the
ship
,
but
we
never
went
there
,
either
,
except
on
duty
and
rarely
.
We
did
go
forward
for
guard
duty
,
because
the
Rodger
Young
was
a
mixed
ship
,
female
captain
and
pilot
officers
,
some
female
Navy
ratings
;
forward
of
bulkhead
thirty
was
ladies
'
country
--
and
two
armed
M.
I.
day
and
night
stood
guard
at
the
one
door
cutting
it
.
(
At
battle
stations
that
door
,
like
all
other
gastight
doors
,
was
secured
;
nobody
missed
a
drop
.
)
