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No
doubt
a
gentleman
wart
hog
feels
the
same
way
about
a
lady
wart
hog
but
,
if
so
,
both
of
us
are
very
sincere
.
There
are
other
opportunities
for
recreation
there
,
too
.
I
remember
with
particular
pleasure
one
evening
when
a
table
of
Roughnecks
got
into
a
friendly
discussion
with
a
group
of
Navy
men
(
not
from
the
Rodger
Young
)
seated
at
the
next
table
.
The
debate
was
spirited
,
a
bit
noisy
,
and
some
Base
police
came
in
and
broke
it
up
with
stun
guns
just
as
we
were
warming
to
our
rebuttal
.
Nothing
came
of
it
,
except
that
we
had
to
pay
for
the
furniture
--
the
Base
Commandant
takes
the
position
that
a
man
on
R
&
R
should
be
allowed
a
little
freedom
as
long
as
he
does
n't
pick
one
of
the
"
thirty-one
crash
landings
.
"
The
accommodation
barracks
are
all
right
,
too
--
not
fancy
,
but
comfortable
and
the
chow
line
works
twenty-five
hours
a
day
with
civilians
doing
all
the
work
.
No
reveille
,
no
taps
,
you
're
actually
on
leave
and
you
do
n't
have
to
go
to
the
barracks
at
all
.
I
did
,
however
,
as
it
seemed
downright
preposterous
to
spend
money
on
hotels
when
there
was
a
clean
,
soft
sack
free
and
so
many
better
ways
to
spend
accumulated
pay
.
That
extra
hour
in
each
day
was
nice
,
too
,
as
it
meant
nine
hours
solid
and
the
day
still
untouched
--
I
caught
up
sack
time
clear
back
to
Operation
Bughouse
.
It
might
as
well
have
been
a
hotel
;
Ace
and
I
had
a
room
all
to
ourselves
in
visiting
non-com
quarters
.
One
morning
,
when
R
&
R
was
regrettably
drawing
to
a
close
,
I
was
just
turning
over
about
local
noon
when
Ace
shook
my
bed
.
"
On
the
bounce
,
soldier
!
The
Bugs
are
attacking
.
"
I
told
him
what
to
do
with
the
Bugs
.
"
Let
's
hit
dirt
,
"
he
persisted
.
"
No
dinero
.
"
I
had
had
a
date
the
night
before
with
a
chemist
(
female
,
of
course
,
and
charmingly
so
)
from
the
Research
Station
.
She
had
known
Carl
on
Pluto
and
Carl
had
written
to
me
to
look
her
up
if
I
ever
got
to
Sanctuary
.
She
was
a
slender
redhead
,
with
expensive
tastes
.
Apparently
Carl
had
intimated
to
her
that
I
had
more
money
than
was
good
for
me
,
for
she
decided
that
the
night
before
was
just
the
time
for
her
to
get
acquainted
with
the
local
champagne
.
I
did
n't
let
Carl
down
by
admitting
that
all
I
had
was
a
trooper
's
honorarium
;
I
bought
it
for
her
while
I
drank
what
they
said
was
(
but
was
n't
)
fresh
pineapple
squash
.
The
result
was
that
I
had
to
walk
home
,
afterwards
--
the
cabs
are
n't
free
.
Still
,
it
had
been
worth
it
.
After
all
,
what
is
money
?
--
I
'm
speaking
of
Bug
money
,
of
course
.
"
No
ache
,
"
Ace
answered
.
"
I
can
juice
you
--
I
got
lucky
last
night
.
Ran
into
a
Navy
file
who
did
n't
know
percentages
.
"
So
I
got
up
and
shaved
and
showered
and
we
hit
the
chow
line
for
half
a
dozen
shell
eggs
and
sundries
such
as
potatoes
and
ham
and
hot
cakes
and
so
forth
and
then
we
hit
dirt
to
get
something
to
eat
.
The
walk
up
Churchill
Road
was
hot
and
Ace
decided
to
stop
in
a
cantina
.
I
went
along
to
see
if
their
pineapple
squash
was
real
.
It
was
n't
,
but
it
was
cold
.
You
ca
n't
have
everything
.
We
talked
about
this
and
that
and
Ace
ordered
another
round
.
I
tried
their
strawberry
squash
--
same
deal
.
