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He
saw
that
their
counterattack
made
from
Bug
town
was
not
in
sufficient
force
,
and
concluded
that
the
enemy
did
not
have
many
reserves
--
and
decided
that
,
at
this
one
golden
moment
,
one
man
acting
alone
might
have
a
chance
of
raiding
,
finding
"
royalty
"
and
capturing
it
.
Remember
,
that
was
the
whole
purpose
of
the
operation
;
we
had
plenty
of
force
simply
to
sterilize
Planet
P
,
but
our
object
was
to
capture
royalty
castes
and
to
learn
how
to
go
down
in
.
So
he
tried
it
,
snatched
that
one
moment
--
and
succeeded
on
both
counts
.
It
made
it
"
mission
accomplished
"
for
the
First
Platoon
of
the
Blackguards
.
Not
very
many
other
platoons
,
out
of
many
,
many
hundreds
,
could
say
that
;
no
queens
were
captured
(
the
Bugs
killed
them
first
)
and
only
six
brains
.
None
of
the
six
were
ever
exchanged
,
they
did
n't
live
long
enough
.
But
the
Psych
Warfare
boys
did
get
live
specimens
,
so
I
suppose
Operation
Royalty
was
a
success
.
My
platoon
sergeant
got
a
field
commission
.
I
was
not
offered
one
(
and
would
not
have
accepted
)
--
but
I
was
not
surprised
when
I
learned
that
he
had
been
commissioned
.
Cap'n
Blackie
had
told
me
that
I
was
getting
"
the
best
sergeant
in
the
fleet
"
and
I
had
never
had
any
doubt
that
Blackie
's
opinion
was
correct
.
I
had
met
my
platoon
sergeant
before
.
I
do
n't
think
any
other
Blackguard
knew
this
--
not
from
me
and
certainly
not
from
him
.
I
doubt
if
Blackie
himself
knew
it
.
But
I
had
known
my
platoon
sergeant
since
my
first
day
as
a
boot
.
His
name
is
Zim
.
My
part
in
Operation
Royalty
did
not
seem
a
success
to
me
.
I
was
in
the
Argonne
more
than
a
month
,
first
as
a
patient
,
then
as
an
unattached
casual
,
before
they
got
around
to
delivering
me
and
a
few
dozen
others
to
Sanctuary
;
it
gave
me
too
much
time
to
think
--
mostly
about
casualties
,
and
what
a
generally
messed-up
job
I
had
made
of
my
one
short
time
on
the
ground
as
platoon
leader
.
I
knew
I
had
n't
kept
everything
juggled
the
way
the
Lieutenant
used
to
why
,
I
had
n't
even
managed
to
get
wounded
still
swinging
;
I
had
let
a
chunk
of
rock
fall
on
me
.
And
casualties
--
I
did
n't
know
how
many
there
were
;
I
just
knew
that
when
I
closed
ranks
there
were
only
four
squads
where
I
had
started
with
six
.
I
did
n't
know
how
many
more
there
might
have
been
before
Zim
got
them
to
the
surface
,
before
the
Blackguards
were
relieved
and
retrieved
.
I
did
n't
even
know
whether
Captain
Blackstone
was
still
alive
(
he
was
in
fact
he
was
back
in
command
about
the
time
I
went
underground
)
and
I
had
no
idea
what
the
procedure
was
if
a
candidate
was
alive
and
his
examiner
was
dead
.
But
I
felt
that
my
Form
Thirty-One
was
sure
to
make
me
a
buck
sergeant
again
.
It
really
did
n't
seem
important
that
my
math
books
were
in
another
ship
.
Nevertheless
,
when
I
was
let
out
of
bed
the
first
week
I
was
in
the
Argonne
,
after
loafing
and
brooding
a
day
I
borrowed
some
books
from
one
of
the
junior
officers
and
got
to
work
.
Math
is
hard
work
and
it
occupies
your
mind
--
and
it
does
n't
hurt
to
learn
all
you
can
of
it
,
no
matter
what
rank
you
are
;
everything
of
any
importance
is
founded
on
mathematics
.
