Звездный десант

           They’vegottoteachthosekidsthatit’snotmerelyexpensivebutimpossibletoviolatenine-oh-eight-oh...thateventryingitwinsashortnap,abucketofwaterintheface,andaverysorejaw—andnothingelse."

           "Yes,sir.It’llbedone."

           "Ithadbetterbedone.Iwillnotonlybreaktheinstructorwhoslips,Iwillpersonallytakehim‘wayoutontheprairieandgivehimlumps...becauseIwillnothaveanotheroneofmyboysstrunguptothatwhippingpostthroughsloppinessonthepartofhisteachers.Dismissed."

           "Yes,sir.Goodafternoon,Captain."

           "What’sgoodaboutit?Charlie—"

           "Yes,sir?"

           "Ifyou’renottoobusythisevening,whydon’tyoubringyoursoftshoesandyourpadsovertoofficers’rowandwe’llgowaltzingMatilda?Sayabouteighto’clock."

           "Yes,sir."

           "That’snotanorder,that’saninvitation.Ifyoureallyareslowingdown,maybeI’llbeabletokickyourshoulderbladesoff."

           "Uh,wouldtheCaptaincaretoputasmallbetonit?"

           "Huh?Withmesittinghereatthisdeskgettingswivel-chairspread?Iwillnot!Notunlessyouagreetofightwithonefootinabucketofcement.Seriously,Charlie,we’vehadamiserabledayandit’sgoingtobeworsebeforeitgetsbetter.IfyouandIworkupagoodsweatandswapafewlumps,maybewe’llbeabletosleeptonightdespiteallofmother’slittledarlings."

           "I’llbethere,Captain.Don’teattoomuchdinner—Ineedtoworkoffacoupleofmattersmyself."

           "I’mnotgoingtodinner;I’mgoingtositrighthereandsweatoutthisquarterlyreport...whichtheRegimentalCommanderisgraciouslypleasedtoseerightafterhisdinner...andwhichsomebodywhosenameIwon’tmentionhasputmetwohoursbehindon.