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Now it was Sgt Surebe who had to find the book that had that bomb's description as field-phoned in by Capt Whereins and Sgt Ready from what ? fifty books. Other than that Surebe never raised a sweat, but he was sweating now, rifling the racks and rows, in only practice drills for me; getting out of there just in time. I missed a military coup by a week or little more.
Greek air-force against Greek army, and we-here were on a Greek air-force base, so would think they wouldn't have had to go far. The missiles were launched, as told to me by Sgt Lifer on my return near a year later who had replaced Sgt Surebe. The missiles went up. The missiles came straight-down. The missiles didn't explode. One might wonder if it was fore-planning by the arms merchants selling to the idiot Greeks. So they were busy - big-time, but apparently without a hitch. Some drama I just missed. Couldn't I extrapolate it from the simulations. The emotion would be missing. Not my line of work. At any-rate; I would have been a good distance from the point of blast. Could I be really-afraid ? I wondered.
Who am I here working for - the sharpest Sergeant in Greece? There is a small un-glassed window in the wall between their offices, so he and the Capt next door could talk, like they were in the same room. The view at my desk showed through to the Captain's office. Surebe was to my right, his back to the window facing the door in this narrow rectangular darkish room. He told me he was in a contest with his brother a civilian, as to who could make the most money by the time they were forty.
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