"I'm afraid you'll find it is, Mauser." The former marshal allowed
himself a grimace. "Besides, I owe you something for that spectacular
scene when you came skimming over the treetops, the two enemy gliders
right behind you, then stalling your craft and crashing into that tree
not thirty feet from my open air headquarters. Admittedly, in forty
years of fracases, I've never seen anything so confoundedly dramatic."
"Thank you, sir."
The old soldier grunted, turned and marched from the room.