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I
was
n't
really
a
non-com
,
any
more
than
Jelly
was
really
an
officer
.
"
Just
this
,
Johnnie
.
Do
n't
buy
a
farm
.
You
know
your
job
;
do
it
.
Just
do
it
.
Do
n't
try
to
win
a
medal
.
"
"
Uh
,
thanks
,
Padre
.
I
sha
n't
.
"
He
added
something
gently
in
a
language
I
do
n't
know
,
patted
me
on
the
shoulder
,
and
hurried
back
to
his
section
.
Jelly
called
out
,
"
Tenn.
.
.
shut
!
"
and
we
all
snapped
to
.
"
Platoon
!
"
"
Section
!
"
Migliaccio
and
Johnson
echoed
.
"
By
sections-port
and
starboard-prepare
for
drop
!
"
"
Section
!
Man
your
capsules
!
Move
!
"
"
Squad
!
"
--
I
had
to
wait
while
squads
four
and
five
manned
their
capsules
and
moved
on
down
the
firing
tube
before
my
capsule
showed
up
on
the
port
track
and
I
could
climb
into
it
.
I
wondered
if
those
old-timers
got
the
shakes
as
they
climbed
into
the
Trojan
Horse
?
Or
was
it
just
me
?
Jelly
checked
each
man
as
he
was
sealed
in
and
he
sealed
me
in
himself
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
leaned
toward
me
and
said
,
"
Do
n't
goof
off
,
Johnnie
.
This
is
just
like
a
drill
.
"
