And you didn’t say "sir," either.
Add that to the charges against him,’ Major Metcalf directed the corporal who could take shorthand.
‘Failure to say "sir" to superior officers when not interrupting them.’
‘Metcalf,’ said the colonel, ‘you’re a goddam fool.
Do you know that?’
Major Metcalf swallowed with difficulty. ‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Then keep your goddam mouth shut.
You don’t make sense.’
There were three members of the Action Board, the bloated colonel with the big fat mustache, Lieutenant Scheisskopf and Major Metcalf, who was trying to develop a steely gaze.
As a member of the Action Board, Lieutenant Scheisskopf was one of the judges who would weigh the merits of the case against Clevinger as presented by the prosecutor.
Lieutenant Scheisskopf was also the prosecutor.
Clevinger had an officer defending him.
The officer defending him was Lieutenant Scheisskopf It was all very confusing to Clevinger, who began vibrating in terror as the colonel surged to his feet like a gigantic belch and threatened to rip his stinking, cowardly body apart limb from limb.
One day he had stumbled while marching to class; the next day he was formally charged with ‘breaking ranks while in formation, felonious assault, indiscriminate behavior, mopery, high treason, provoking, being a smart guy, listening to classical music and so on’.
In short, they threw the book at him, and there he was, standing in dread before the bloated colonel, who roared once more that in sixty days he would be fighting Billy Petrolle and demanded to know how the hell he would like being washed out and shipped to the Solomon Islands to bury bodies.
Clevinger replied with courtesy that he would not like it; he was a dope who would rather be a corpse than bury one.
The colonel sat down and settled back, calm and cagey suddenly, and ingratiatingly polite.
‘What did you mean,’ he inquired slowly, ‘when you said we couldn’t punish you?’
‘When, sir?’
‘I’m asking the questions. You’re answering them.’
‘Yes, sir.
I—’
‘Did you think we brought you here to ask questions and for me to answer them?’
‘No, sir.
I—’
‘What did we bring you here for?’
‘To answer questions.’
‘You’re goddam right,’ roared the colonel.
‘Now suppose you start answering some before I break your goddam head.
Just what the hell did you mean, you bastard, when you said we couldn’t punish you?’
‘I don’t think I ever made that statement, sir.’
‘Will you speak up, please? I couldn’t hear you.’
‘Yes, sir. I—’
‘Will you speak up, please?
He couldn’t hear you.’
‘Yes, sir. I—’
‘Metcalf.’
‘Sir?’
‘Didn’t I tell you to keep your stupid mouth shut?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Then keep your stupid mouth shut when I tell you to keep your stupid mouth shut.
Do you understand?
Will you speak up, please?
I couldn’t hear you.’
‘Yes, sir. I—’
‘Metcalf, is that your foot I’m stepping on?’
‘No, sir. It must be Lieutenant Scheisskopf’s foot.’
‘It isn’t my foot,’ said Lieutenant Scheisskopf.
‘Then maybe it is my foot after all,’ said Major Metcalf.
‘Move it.’