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It held two desks, chairs, field phones and safes inside for the transportation of bomb deactivation documents, which when going out into the field, were passed through the building windows into the truck vault. They had the blueprints to every bomb ever constructed, from the American Revolutionary war probably on.
And coming back up the hallway, was the steel door safe-room with safes inside safes, the Captain's office, Sgt Surebe's office and a small rec-room opposite the post-office. Sharpest Sargent in Greece, Youkey was always telling me of Surebe. He would tell stories about him. The interview was successful. Then there was the inspection. I moved into the one-window small and tall room, with standard cot, stand-up and foot lockers. I had learned to give them a bang-up spit and polish first-impression, and they won't bother one again. I was always in the habit of doing my foot-locker by the book, look and layout, with white-towels the removable insert shelf-top, the shaving kit, tooth-brush, toothpaste, shoe polish, and required kit and caboodle, and on the bottom everything folded perfect. The shelf drawer laid across the top askew, to see into the bottom. Then I never used it again, merely show for the next inspection by higher authorities of which there never was one again.
The show-piece gave me freedom. If you are less than expectation, they make a project of you. Personally I wasn't interested in the Attennnnnn Hut ! This was a gravy job except I had to get along with Surebe. Some people didn't like him. Nobody messed with bomb disposal, as Youkey would say. I pulled no-duties other than Charge of Quarters in my own-unit, which was fairly-frequent; some one-night in every other week; but I didn't have to stay up all night, like most other units in the army.
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