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Mr. Willer never talked to the enlisted men personally but always spoke his views which everyone could hear, to Sergeant Inbetween who relayed them to us for a second time.
Sergeant Inbetween's primary preoccupation was Sergeant Surebe, down at bomb disposal; who had-never made a mistake in paper-work, not one, headquarters checking and editing all his outgoing reports. "Mr. Willer - I think I found it. Looks like it", he would say very excitedly. "Well call him up, call him up", would-say Mr. Willer. "Sergeant Surebe: hello, how's your wife ? Oh we are all fine. I was just looking at your Fuz stroke 1029, and I think you made an error here on line 17-as-is ..."
"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Got-ya, no I hadn't received it. No. I'll look for it. Thank you Sergeant Surebe." He then said to Mr. Willer, "There's been a change (in regulations) and I haven't received it." Foiled again. Sergeant Surebe had never made a mistake. Of course there was gossip amongst us the lower orders as to how he got his updates before Sergeant Inbetween. And bomb disposal couldn't afford to make a mistake.
Next facing front on the left, Specialist Admin 5 Whisler, tall but very-chubby, in personality as-well, the whiner of the group, who whined about everything, and with added insult was enlisted, not a draftee - "What type this whole thing again". He was second-to on his right, close to the second window Sergeant Funnycut; a gruff and I-mean - really gravelly voice, grating, and an actual striped, could-command-troops, E6 troop-leader. Then to the left a-distance behind Whisler was Specialist 4 Youkey from Louisville Kentucky the place of my army basic-training, who used to stand in a bank-line with Cassius Clay he said, better known as
Muhammad Ali, my boxing idol from his seventh pro-fight on, when he started calling the round in which he would win; a revolutionary who became a caricature captured.
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