"Call me Sir."
"No, Sir. But I was desperate, Sir. I don't think I can stand...."
* * * * *
"Draftee, you know that some unfortunate men break down in training and
that we have to take them out. Maybe you've already lost some that way.
Suppose you were brought in here, gibbering, yowling, and drooling--I
guess we'd have to cure you and send you back home as non-fighter
material, eh?"
Someone up here liked me! Here was a tip on how to escape back to the
old quiet life. I nodded agreeably.
"But you know, don't you," he said softly, "that first we run a
thorough test on our drooling draftee? Say it's you...."