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I
guess
the
high
point
in
my
whole
cadet
course
was
a
visit
from
Ensign
Ibanez
,
she
of
the
dark
eyes
,
junior
watch
officer
and
pilot-under-instruction
of
the
Corvette
Transport
Mannerheim
.
Carmencita
showed
up
,
looking
incredibly
pert
in
Navy
dress
whites
and
about
the
size
of
a
paperweight
,
while
my
class
was
lined
up
for
evening
meal
muster
--
walked
down
the
line
and
you
could
hear
eyeballs
click
as
she
passed
--
walked
straight
up
to
the
duty
officer
and
asked
for
me
by
name
in
a
clear
,
penetrating
voice
.
The
duty
officer
,
Captain
Chandar
,
was
widely
believed
never
to
have
smiled
at
his
own
mother
,
but
he
smiled
down
at
little
Carmen
,
straining
his
face
out
of
shape
,
and
admitted
my
existence
...
whereupon
she
waved
her
long
black
lashes
at
him
,
explained
that
her
ship
was
about
to
boost
and
could
she
please
take
me
out
to
dinner
?
And
I
found
myself
in
possession
of
a
highly
irregular
and
totally
unprecedented
three-hour
pass
.
It
may
be
that
the
Navy
has
developed
hypnosis
techniques
that
they
have
not
yet
gotten
around
to
passing
on
to
the
Army
.
Or
her
secret
weapon
may
be
older
than
that
and
not
usable
by
M.
I
.
In
any
case
I
not
only
had
a
wonderful
time
but
my
prestige
with
my
classmates
,
none
too
high
until
then
,
climbed
to
amazing
heights
.
It
was
a
glorious
evening
and
well
worth
flunking
two
classes
the
next
day
.
It
was
somewhat
dimmed
by
the
fact
that
we
had
each
heard
about
Carl
--
killed
when
the
Bugs
smashed
our
research
station
on
Pluto
--
but
only
somewhat
,
as
we
had
each
learned
to
live
with
such
things
.
One
thing
did
startle
me
.
Carmen
relaxed
and
took
off
her
hat
while
we
were
eating
,
and
her
blue-black
hair
was
all
gone
.
I
knew
that
a
lot
of
the
Navy
girls
shaved
their
heads
--
after
all
,
it
's
not
practical
to
take
care
of
long
hair
in
a
war
ship
and
,
most
especially
,
a
pilot
ca
n't
risk
having
her
hair
floating
around
,
getting
in
the
way
,
in
any
free-fall
maneuvers
.
Shucks
,
I
shaved
my
own
scalp
,
just
for
convenience
and
cleanliness
.
But
my
mental
picture
of
little
Carmen
included
this
mane
of
thick
,
wavy
hair
.
But
,
do
you
know
,
once
you
get
used
to
it
,
it
's
rather
cute
.
I
mean
,
if
a
girl
looks
all
right
to
start
with
,
she
still
looks
all
right
with
her
head
smooth
.
And
it
does
serve
to
set
a
Navy
girl
apart
from
civilian
chicks
--
sort
of
a
lodge
pin
,
like
the
gold
skulls
for
combat
drops
.
It
made
Carmen
look
distinguished
,
gave
her
dignity
,
and
for
the
first
time
I
fully
realized
that
she
really
was
an
officer
and
a
fighting
man
--
as
well
as
a
very
pretty
girl
.
I
got
back
to
barracks
with
stars
in
my
eyes
and
whiffing
slightly
of
perfume
.
Carmen
had
kissed
me
good-by
.
The
only
O.
C.
S.
classroom
course
the
content
of
which
I
'm
even
going
to
mention
was
:
History
and
Moral
Philosophy
.
