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*The Private Who Hated His General* * * * * By the time I hired on (said Max), morale was about as low as it could get. There were nearly as many Peloponnes as ever, but all the women had been sent home, and most of the men who hadn't gone over to the other side were pretty badly shot up. General Bigelow was getting desperate, so he put out the word that he was looking for mercenaries. * * * * "He _must_ have been desperate if he was willing to hire you!" guffawed Sitting Horse. "You think I can't kill my share of aliens?" asked Max ominously. "Oh, we figure you can slaughter non-humans with the best of them," said Crazy Bull. "We just don't see you responding to military discipline." * * * * I'd have surprised you (continued Max). I stayed sober, didn't sneak no shape-changing alien ladies into the barracks no matter how good they looked, I remembered to salute most of the time, I even made my bunk up every now and then. I hate officers, so I insisted on being a private, even though I was getting paid more than anyone except the General. Problem was, General Bigelow could have used forty or fifty more like me, or a couple of dozen |
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