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So
I
had
plenty
to
think
about
as
I
lay
awake
that
night
.
I
had
known
that
Sergeant
Zim
worked
hard
,
but
it
had
never
occurred
to
me
that
he
could
possibly
be
other
than
completely
and
smugly
self-satisfied
with
what
he
did
.
He
looked
so
smug
,
so
self-assured
,
so
at
peace
with
the
world
and
with
himself
.
The
idea
that
this
invincible
robot
could
feel
that
he
had
failed
,
could
feel
so
deeply
and
personally
disgraced
that
he
wanted
to
run
away
,
hide
his
face
among
strangers
,
and
offer
the
excuse
that
his
leaving
would
be
"
best
for
the
outfit
,
"
shook
me
up
as
much
,
and
in
a
way
even
more
,
than
seeing
Ted
flogged
.
To
have
Captain
Frankel
agree
with
him
--
as
to
the
seriousness
of
the
failure
,
I
mean
--
and
then
rub
his
nose
in
it
,
chew
him
out
.
Well
!
I
mean
really
.
Sergeants
do
n't
get
chewed
out
;
sergeants
do
the
chewing
.
A
law
of
nature
.
But
I
had
to
admit
that
what
Sergeant
Zim
had
taken
,
and
swallowed
,
was
so
completely
humiliating
and
withering
as
to
make
the
worst
I
had
ever
heard
or
overhead
from
a
sergeant
sound
like
a
love
song
.
And
yet
the
Captain
had
n't
even
raised
his
voice
.
The
whole
incident
was
so
preposterously
unlikely
that
I
was
never
even
tempted
to
mention
it
to
anyone
else
.
And
Captain
Frankel
himself
--
Officers
we
did
n't
see
very
often
.
They
showed
up
for
evening
parade
,
sauntering
over
at
the
last
moment
and
doing
nothing
that
would
work
up
a
sweat
;
they
inspected
once
a
week
,
making
private
comments
to
sergeants
,
comments
that
invariably
meant
grief
for
somebody
else
,
not
them
;
and
they
decided
each
week
what
company
had
won
the
honor
of
guarding
the
regimental
colors
.
Aside
from
that
,
they
popped
up
occasionally
on
surprise
inspections
,
creased
,
immaculate
,
remote
,
and
smelling
faintly
of
cologne
--
and
went
away
again
.
Oh
,
one
or
more
of
them
did
always
accompany
us
on
route
marches
and
twice
Captain
Frankel
had
demonstrated
his
virtuosity
at
la
savate
.
But
officers
did
n't
work
,
not
real
work
,
and
they
had
no
worries
because
sergeants
were
under
them
,
not
over
them
.
But
it
appeared
that
Captain
Frankel
worked
so
hard
that
he
skipped
meals
,
was
kept
so
busy
with
something
or
other
that
he
complained
of
lack
of
exercise
and
would
waste
his
own
free
time
just
to
work
up
a
sweat
.
