"Men said you came back with a sack full of jewelry. Some of it pretty expensive."

"Trinkets I thought the men would buy from me, sir. Souvenirs."

"Doesn't the Army pay you enough?" the captain asked.

"Pretty hard for a woman with two small children to get by on what the Army pays me, sir."

"We can't have every soldier in this outfit sneaking off and trading with the enemy; can we?"

It seemed like the officer's name had been Captain Sudder or something similar. A Kentuckian from up in the hills somewhere who got a R.O.T.C. commission from Eastern Kentucky University.

"No, guess it would not work."

"No, guess it would not work what, Corporal?"

"No, guess it would not work, sir."

"You better remember you are addressing a superior officer. You may think you are as good as me, but as long as you are in this Army, you are going to show proper respect for every goddamn officer the United States commissions. You understand those stipulations, Corporal?"

"Yes sir."

"Where you from, solider?"

"Texas, sir."

"Don't those places down there have names? Texas is an awfully big state."

"Crawfordsville, sir."

"Must make you think you are awful big on a stick having a town named after you and all."