"SERGEANT MAJOR! Get into my tent." I dropped my ration can and moved out on the double. When the colonel called, you moved fast. The wrath of the colonel was a thing to behold and I had no desire to have it brought down on me.
"Sergeant Major, I just had a phone call from the regimental commander, who had a call from division. And do you know why the division called the regiment and the regiment called me?"
His face was turning a bright vermilion and the tent walls seemed to expand and contract with his breathing. The colonel was a very, very unhappy man.
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