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Nevertheless
I
knew
I
would
take
sergeant
if
it
was
ever
offered
to
me
.
You
do
n't
refuse
,
a
cap
trooper
does
n't
refuse
anything
;
he
steps
up
and
takes
a
swing
at
it
.
Commission
,
too
,
I
supposed
.
Not
that
it
would
happen
.
Who
was
I
to
think
that
I
could
ever
be
what
Lieutenant
Rasczak
had
been
?
My
walk
had
taken
me
close
to
the
candidates
'
school
,
though
I
do
n't
believe
I
intended
to
come
that
way
A
company
of
cadets
were
out
on
their
parade
ground
,
drilling
at
trot
,
looking
for
all
the
world
like
boots
in
Basic
.
The
sun
was
hot
and
it
looked
not
nearly
as
comfortable
as
a
bull
session
in
the
drop
room
of
the
Rodger
Young
--
why
,
I
had
n't
marched
farther
than
bulkhead
thirty
since
I
had
finished
Basic
;
that
breaking-in
nonsense
was
past
.
I
watched
them
a
bit
,
sweating
through
their
uniforms
;
I
heard
them
being
chewed
out
--
by
sergeants
,
too
.
Old
Home
Week
.
I
shook
my
head
and
walked
away
from
there
--
went
back
to
the
accommodation
barracks
,
over
to
the
B.
O.
Q.
wing
,
found
Jelly
's
room
.
He
was
in
it
,
his
feet
up
on
a
table
and
reading
a
magazine
.
I
knocked
on
the
frame
of
the
door
.
He
looked
up
and
growled
,
"
Yeah
?
"
"
Sarge
--
I
mean
,
Lieutenant
--
"
"
Spit
it
out
!
"
"
Sir
,
I
want
to
go
career
.
"
