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He was the socialist, a tax payer financed career against the capitalist. He was very soft spoken almost never raising his voice, even when louder he was subdued. The perfect image of control, no-panic and no-bluster here.
Don't cross me. I got the books, the rules and regulations. I didn't pay much attention. I wasn't interested in paper-work. I couldn't take it seriously. But I had to be perfect and I was, as my old morning reports in DC were. But I left stuff out then and now-then. Forgot to fill in things. Beats me. One day he says, "How come the mistakes you make are only fill-in omissions and you never have to do anything over. I really didn't know. I was surprised at the question. He wanted to know if I was trying to trick-him up, the perfect Sgt.
But whatever I was doing it was unconscious as was his socialism.
They were desperate up-there, in mountain-top headquarters. They needed a mistake and they needed it bad. Surebe went on vacation. Youkey told me he went to Switzerland to deposit all his money. Sgt Ready told me he bought and sold a Chevy parked right outside the office, six times and it never moved. He didn't explain what he meant by that. It was awesome though. Apparently a larger profit on each sale. That should be in the Smithsonian. Surebe had been in Greece probably six years or more. Three was the limit but somehow he got his tour extended.
And he played the ration cards. Surebe didn't smoke or drink, but he had the legal limit of ration cards. Lt. Colonial by then Joinagain the idiot, and ranking officer in Greece who had moved up to the mountain-top, where they gave him an office but he so stupid nothing to do, started a campaign to stop ration card abuse. There was a show-down between him and Surebe. There was much gossip about it. By the law ration cards were an entitlement.
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