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General Dreedle had wasted too much of his time in the Army doing his job well, and now it was too late.
The two young lieutenants nodded lumpishly and gaped at each other in stunned and flaccid reluctance, each waiting for the other to initiate the procedure of taking Major Danby outside and shooting him. Neither had ever taken Major Danby outside and shot him before.
Nately’s mother, a descendant of the New England Thorntons, was a Daughter of the American Revolution. His father was a Son of a Bitch.
He began to wonder with genuine concern just what sort of shithead the Pentagon had foisted on him.
