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Blackie
leaned
back
and
grinned
.
"
Mister
,
I
have
searched
the
regs
carefully
...
and
I
ca
n't
find
the
one
that
says
an
officer
must
n't
get
his
hands
dirty
.
"
He
added
,
"
I
mention
that
because
some
'
young
gentlemen
'
who
have
been
assigned
to
me
apparently
had
read
such
a
regulation
.
All
right
,
draw
some
dungarees
--
no
need
to
get
your
uniform
dirty
along
with
your
hands
.
Go
aft
and
find
your
platoon
sergeant
,
tell
him
about
Brumby
and
order
him
to
prepare
recommendations
to
close
the
gaps
in
the
T.
O.
in
case
I
should
decide
to
confirm
your
recommendation
for
Brumby
.
Then
tell
him
that
you
are
going
to
put
in
all
your
time
on
ordnance
and
armor
--
and
that
you
want
him
to
handle
everything
else
.
Tell
him
that
if
he
has
any
problems
to
look
you
up
in
the
armory
.
Do
n't
tell
him
you
consulted
me
--
just
give
him
orders
.
Follow
me
?
"
"
Yes
,
s
--
Yes
,
I
do
.
"
"
Okay
,
get
on
it
.
As
you
pass
through
the
cardroom
,
please
give
my
compliments
to
Rusty
and
tell
him
to
drag
his
lazy
carcass
in
here
.
"
For
the
next
two
weeks
I
was
never
so
busy
--
not
even
in
boot
camp
.
Working
as
an
ordnance
&
armor
mech
about
ten
hours
a
day
was
not
all
that
I
did
.
Math
,
of
course
--
and
no
way
to
duck
it
with
the
Skipper
tutoring
me
.
Meals
--
say
an
hour
and
a
half
a
day
.
Plus
the
mechanics
of
staying
alive
--
shaving
,
showering
,
putting
buttons
in
uniforms
and
trying
to
chase
down
the
Navy
master-at-arms
,
get
him
to
unlock
the
laundry
to
locate
clean
uniforms
ten
minutes
before
inspection
.
(
It
is
an
unwritten
law
of
the
Navy
that
facilities
must
always
be
locked
when
they
are
most
needed
.
)
Guard
mount
,
parade
,
inspections
,
a
minimum
of
platoon
routine
,
took
another
hour
a
day
.
But
besides
,
I
was
"
George
.
"
Every
outfit
has
a
"
George
.
"
He
's
the
most
junior
officer
and
has
the
extra
jobs
--
athletics
officer
,
mail
censor
,
referee
for
competitions
,
school
officer
,
correspondence
courses
officer
,
prosecutor
courts-martial
,
treasurer
of
the
welfare
mutual
loan
fund
,
custodian
of
registered
publications
,
stores
officer
,
troopers
'
mess
officer
,
et
cetera
ad
endless
nauseam
.
Rusty
Graham
had
been
"
George
"
until
he
happily
turned
it
over
to
me
.
He
was
n't
so
happy
when
I
insisted
on
a
sight
inventory
on
everything
for
which
I
had
to
sign
.
He
suggested
that
if
I
did
n't
have
sense
enough
to
accept
a
commissioned
officer
's
signed
inventory
then
perhaps
a
direct
order
would
change
my
tune
.
So
I
got
sullen
and
told
him
to
put
his
orders
in
writing
--
with
a
certified
copy
so
that
I
could
keep
the
original
and
endorse
the
copy
over
to
the
team
commander
.
Rusty
angrily
backed
down
--
even
a
second
lieutenant
is
n't
stupid
enough
to
put
such
orders
in
writing
.
I
was
n't
happy
either
as
Rusty
was
my
roommate
and
was
then
still
my
tutor
in
math
,
but
we
held
the
sight
inventory
.
I
got
chewed
out
by
Lieutenant
Warren
for
being
stupidly
officious
but
he
opened
his
safe
and
let
me
check
his
registered
publications
.
Captain
Blackstone
opened
his
with
no
comment
and
I
could
n't
tell
whether
he
approved
of
my
sight
inventory
or
not
.
Publications
were
okay
but
accountable
property
was
not
.
Poor
Rusty
!
He
had
accepted
his
predecessor
's
count
and
now
the
count
was
short
--
and
the
other
officer
was
not
merely
gone
,
he
was
dead
.
Rusty
spent
a
restless
night
(
and
so
did
I
!
)
,
then
went
to
Blackie
and
told
him
the
truth
.
