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Officers
were
privileged
to
go
forward
of
bulkhead
thirty
on
duty
and
all
officers
,
including
the
Lieutenant
,
ate
in
a
mixed
mess
just
beyond
it
.
But
they
did
n't
tarry
there
;
they
ate
and
got
out
.
Maybe
other
corvette
transports
were
run
differently
,
but
that
was
the
way
the
Rodger
Young
was
run
--
both
the
Lieutenant
and
Captain
Deladrier
wanted
a
taut
ship
and
got
it
.
Nevertheless
guard
duty
was
a
privilege
.
It
was
a
rest
to
stand
beside
that
door
,
arms
folded
,
feet
spread
,
doping
off
and
thinking
about
nothing
...
but
always
warmly
aware
that
any
moment
you
might
see
a
feminine
creature
even
though
you
were
not
privileged
to
speak
to
her
other
than
on
duty
.
Once
I
was
called
all
the
way
into
the
Skipper
's
office
and
she
spoke
to
me
--
she
looked
right
at
me
and
said
,
"
Take
this
to
the
Chief
Engineer
,
please
.
"
My
daily
shipside
job
,
aside
from
cleaning
,
was
servicing
electronic
equipment
under
the
close
supervision
of
"
Padre
"
Migliaccio
,
the
section
leader
of
the
first
section
,
exactly
as
I
used
to
work
under
Carl
's
eye
.
Drops
did
n't
happen
too
often
and
everybody
worked
every
day
.
If
a
man
did
n't
have
any
other
talent
he
could
always
scrub
bulkheads
;
nothing
was
ever
quite
clean
enough
to
suit
Sergeant
Jelal
.
We
followed
the
M.
I.
rule
;
everybody
fights
,
everybody
works
.
Our
first
cook
was
Johnson
,
the
second
section
's
sergeant
,
a
big
friendly
boy
from
Georgia
(
the
one
in
the
western
hemisphere
,
not
the
other
one
)
and
a
very
talented
chef
.
He
wheedled
pretty
well
,
too
;
he
liked
to
eat
between
meals
himself
and
saw
no
reason
why
other
people
should
n't
.
With
the
Padre
leading
one
section
and
the
cook
leading
the
other
,
we
were
well
taken
care
of
,
body
and
soul
--
but
suppose
one
of
them
bought
it
?
Which
one
would
you
pick
?
A
nice
point
that
we
never
tried
to
settle
but
could
always
discuss
.
The
Rodger
Young
kept
busy
and
we
made
a
number
of
drops
,
all
different
.
Every
drop
has
to
be
different
so
that
they
never
can
figure
out
a
pattern
on
you
.
But
no
more
pitched
battles
;
we
operated
alone
,
patrolling
,
harrying
,
and
raiding
.
The
truth
was
that
the
Terran
Federation
was
not
then
able
to
mount
a
large
battle
;
the
foul-up
with
Operation
Bughouse
had
cost
too
many
ships
,
'
way
too
many
trained
men
.
It
was
necessary
to
take
time
to
heal
up
,
train
more
men
.
In
the
meantime
,
small
fast
ships
,
among
them
the
Rodger
Young
and
other
corvette
transports
,
tried
to
be
everywhere
at
once
,
keeping
the
enemy
off
balance
,
hurting
him
and
running
.
We
suffered
casualties
and
filled
our
holes
when
we
returned
to
Sanctuary
for
more
capsules
.
I
still
got
the
shakes
every
drop
,
but
actual
drops
did
n't
happen
too
often
nor
were
we
ever
down
long
--
and
between
times
there
were
days
and
days
of
shipboard
life
among
the
Roughnecks
.
It
was
the
happiest
period
of
my
life
although
I
was
never
quite
consciously
aware
of
it
--
I
did
my
full
share
of
beefing
just
as
everybody
else
did
,
and
enjoyed
that
,
too
.
We
were
n't
really
hurt
until
the
Lieutenant
bought
it
.
