From Teufel-Hunden: Devil Dogs...
“Have you been having a little trouble in the barracks, Boom-Boom?” he asked rhetorically shortly thereafter, allowing me the luxury of a little time to compose myself.
“No, Sir!” I answered, unconvincingly; I was never a good liar.
“You’re lying, aren’t you, Boom-Boom?”
I didn’t answer.
“Would you squeal on a fellow maggot, Boom-Boom? Rat on another platoon member?”
“No, Sir.”
He wasn’t surprised by my answer, but I could tell by his face that he was intrigued by this line of interrogation and wanted to pursue it further.
“Why not, Boom-Boom? Why not squeal on a fellow maggot?”
I pondered the loaded question for a moment before responding, “We’re all in this together, Sir. Sergeant Silvar told me that we’ll all probably be in Vietnam before much longer. He says we need to all work together.”
“He’s a wise man, Boom-Boom; I’ve learned almost as much from him as you have. Silver Star in Korea, ya know?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But do you allow people to push you around, Private?”
“No, Sir . . . unless I have it coming. The submarine hunt was my own, stupid fault. I fucked up by pissin’ on the ice plant. I’m to blame for the whole goddamn thing. My father always said that if I had any brains, I’d be dangerous; I guess he was right . . . Sir.”
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