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by Marion Hargrove
ON THE
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THE STORY SO FAR: Private Mario«
Hargrove, former feature «älter of th«
Charlotte (N. C.) News hai been I«-
ducted Into the army and baa completed
the first tew days of bls training at ramp.
He has given prospective Inductees ad-
vise to "paint the town red” before
gelling Into the army and once tn he
tells them that "the first three weeks are
the hardest." He has gone through the
experlenre of the army physical eaam,
ha* been Sited with a nnlform. been
classified as a cook and has had a good
tatto of KP duty, in tact, he has had
so much of the latter that hl* sergeant
1« beginning to despair. So It Private
Hargrave. He hat completed a KP ses
sion and returns to hi* quarters.
CHAPTER III
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I tiptoed into the squadroom so
that the sergeant wouldn't notice
that I was wearing fatigue clothes.
His voice rang out to me as I
passed his door, and I slunk in
guiltily.
The sergeant’s face showed that
■he was hurt. "You were on KP
again today, weren't you. Har
grove?"
I lowered my eyes and scuffed my
toe against the floor. "Yes, sir.”
"Oh, I get so discouraged some
times," the sergeant said. "I try
so hard to make something of you
and what good does It do? Every
time I go through the kitchen I see
you in there scrubbing the sink!
How many times have you been on
KP this week?”
"Only three times, sir,” I said,
avoiding his eyes.
"It was all the corporal's fault,
sir.” I said, looking around to make
sure that the corporal wasn't there
to defend himself. "Just because I
right-faced a few times when I was
supposed to left-face, and I zigged
when I should have zagged, and be
cause I forgot and smoked in ranks
—and a few other things like that.”
"And,” said the sergeant shaking
his head sadly, "you just turned’
around casually every time he or
dered 'about-face.’ And you kept
watching your feet all through drill.
And you stayed out of step all morn-
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"That's all. Hargrove,” be said,
mopping his brow; "you're not sup
posed to salute a non-commissioned
officer—just go to bed.”
Ing and you took those plowhand
strides of yours and walked all
over the man % front of you. And
you sassed the drillmaster three
times. And you generally spoiled
the whole morning’s drill. Why can’t
you be a good boy and learn the
drills?”
"I don't mean to be bad, sir,” I
said.
"And that’s another thing.” the
sergeant moaned. "Why must you
say ‘sir’ to the noncommissioned of
ficers and forget to salute the com
missioned ones?” He mopped his
forehead wearily. "Do you know
what the top sergeant told me to-,
day?”
“No, sir,” I said, twisting my
cap and awaiting the worst
"He said—and don’t ‘sir’ me—that
when the battery commander had
you on the carpet yesterday you
stood there leaning on the table, and
you shifted your feet eight times.
And you saluted four times during
his talk—and when you saluted you
gave a European heel-click and
bowed. And when the captain dis
missed you, you told him, ‘Thank
you, sergeant' and forgot to salute
when you left.”
“Was there anything else, sir?” I
asked in a whisper.
"That’s all, Hargrove," he said,
wiping great drops of perspiration
from his forehead.
"Thank you, sir,” I said. I sa
luted, clicking my heels, and turned
to go.
"Hargrove,” the tired voice said.
"You're not supposed to salute a
noncommissioned — Never mlntj,
Hargrove. Just go to bed.”
“Just look at me,” the exercise
sergeant roars in a voice that would
go four miles against the wind. "Just
look! I weigh two hundred and eight
pounds and I'm in the worst physi
cal condition I've ever been in! I
ought to be busted for the way I’ve
allowed myself to get fat and flab
by! I’m ashamed!”
You look at the exercise sergeant
and wonder what he's leading up
to. To you he looks like the "after
taking" part of a malted yeast ad
vertisement. He could probably lick
his weight in police dogs.
His next statement explains ev
erything. "Now I’m going to show
you an exercise that’s so simple
it’s almost ridiculous. Even I can
do it Now, I don’t want to hear
anybody down there admitting he's
in worse shape than I am. If I
can do it, you can do it—or elsel"
He outlines the exercise and you
begin wondering how a contortion
ist happened to wind up at Fort
Bragg. This self-styled "fat and
flabby” calisthenics master doesn't
have any knees or elbows.
You
stand there waiting to hear his spine
fall apart under the strain, but he
comes up all in one piece.
"That's the way I want you boys
to do it,” he says, beaming cheer
fully. You begin to feel your face
getDng gray and you wonder why a
bolt of lightning doesn't come to
deliver you from the prospective tor
ture.
"One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight One. Two—”
The first three or four times are
the hardest After that, you get the
swing of it. It's really tame stuff,
you decide.
"The next exercise,” says the ser
geant "is what we call the quar
ter. half and full knee bend. It
goes like this." He shows you. When
you see it, the corners of your mouth
go up in a sneer of derision (unless
the corporal is looking). Ho Hum,
you say to yourself. Why do they
take up time with this play?
"Exercise — one. two, three,
four—” Quarter, half, full recover.
Your knees get That Tired Feeling
after the third time. After the sixth
time, you feel your eyes getting
glassy. After the ninth, you’re float
ing in space. By the time the ex
ercise is over, nothing matters any
more.
Before you have marched off the
drill field you notice that you still
haven't collapsed. In fact, you find
to your disappointment that you're
beginning to feel good. All lim
bered up.
Quarantine has been lifted for us
of the July 17 contingency. If the
sergeant wasn’t looking over my
shoulder. I’d say it's about time.
Before our release from isolation.
Army style, I was able to get around
and swap lies and gripes with ev
ery one of the boys in our group.
A little under 100 per cent of
them came up with the same ac
count, which reads as follows: "Our
battery has the worst food in the
Army. We've got the worst ser
geant in the battery. No kidding,
though, our platoon makes all the
others look crummy. Here two
weeks already and I haven't pulled
KP or had the sergeant jump me a
time yet Don't tell a soul, but I
think they're going to make me a
corporal." All of which is a lot of
hot air.
Actually, they’re fighting to get
into the mess hall flFst at every
meal. They're gaining weight and
tanning where they used to blister.
They're sassing their sergeants, who
deplore them as the sorriest bunch
of rookies they ever sweated over.
Every one of them has been on KP
at least once.
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R-i-t-l-e. It is used for the purpose
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told, did not have n rifle. Primitive
man was forced to bring down his
supper with a knife, a «pear, a
■tone, a bow nnd arrows or hi« own
little primitive hand».”
I nodded automatically and paid
scant attention to all this. I al
ready knew IL
"Today," he contiiftied, "civiliza
tion has been improved upon to
chairs covered with plain materia!
or a fubric with un inconspicuous
figure.
The block shown here is eusy to
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it should be lined with
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These three layers should be quilt
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following the lines of the pieced
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Edges are bound with
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T^HERE is endless fascination in
* old-fashioned quilt blocks, and
there are many modern ways to
use them. They make marvelous
table mats that really protect the
finish of the table, and are being
used for luncheon muts us well as
foro ccasional tables. Pieced and
quilted sets protect the bucks and
arms of upholstered chairs and
keep your new slip covers clcun.
These sets also have unusual dec
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this type are at their best on
“In the first place yon can peel
potatoes with a bayonet.”
extent that—” and he went on and
on. After that we began at the be
ginning of the manual of trmi and
took each command slowly. The
corporal sweated for forty-five min
utes.
"Are there any questions now. Pri
vate Hargrove?”
I thought for a while. "Yes, sir,"
I said. “That is. 'yes, corpora).’
What use will I have for a rifle? I’m
going to be a cook.”
The corporal mopped hie brow.
"Well. Private Hargrove.” he said,
patting me lovingly on the shoul-
der, "you'll And use for it Ha! ha!
In the first | place, you can peel po-
tatoes with a bayonet And In the
second placi e—if you're as good a
cook as you are a soldier—you’ll
need it every day. After breakfast,
lunch, and supper you'll need it to
protect yourself from murder at the
hands of your comrades in arms."
"See here. Private Hargrove," the
sergeant sighed.
“Can't you try
just once to do something right?
Don’t you want to be a credit to the
platoon? You don't want us to be the
worst bunch in the battery after
we've been the best for so long, do
you?”
"Please, sergeant," I begged him,
"couldn't I just stay inside for this
once? They'd never miss me at rifle
inspection. I'd be very quiet and
nobody would ever know."
He ignbred the request. "Try hard
to remember, private, these few
simple things. When the officer
reaches the man next to you, open
the rifle. When he grabs your gun.
don’t hang onto it or you'll have a
bellyache for two weeks. When he
throws it back to you, don't catch it
with your chin. And when you get
it back, snap the trigger, And heav-
en help you if you ball thii thinf
up!”
The forces of Destiny placed me
second in the front rank at inspec
tion. We stood at attention for three
minutes before the inspecting offi
cer approached. For seconds after
we brought our rifles up for inspec
tion, a fly which seemed to be a lit
tle larger than a June bug landed on
my forehead. The sergeant shot a
warning glance across my bow and
I decided to humor the fly. It would
go away soon. I told myself, al
though I knew it wouldn't.
The inspecting officer still had not
begun his rounds. He was waiting
for us to get off our guard. The
fly demonstrated its impatience by
stepping up to double-quick in its
pacing.
“Oh, if I only had you
alone!” I thought. The itching nose
became more insistent. A gnat made
a three-point landing on it and began
playing about the left nostril.
I gave the sergeant a glance
which said distinctly, "This can't
go on much longer. Something's go
ing to pop!" His return glance said,
in italicized word«, "Bat just one
eyelash and I’ll break your neck!”
Suddenly the inspecting officer
grabbed the rifle from the hand of
Grafenstein, who stood beside me.
His lightning swoop on the gun, cou
pled with the speed with which Graf-
enstein relinquished it, completely
paralyzed me. An almost inaudible
groan made me look at the sergeant.
He was making furious grimaces at
me and his face looked as if he was
going to burst a blood vessel. He
kept wagging his eyes down to the
bolt of my rifle. A split second be
fore the officer reached me, I man
aged to pull the bolt.
I could see the sergeant unload
ing freight carloads of potatoes for
me to peel. I could see the next
weekend, with me restricted to quar
ters while the rest of the platoon en
joyed themselves in town.
The officer reached me several
lifetimes later. He looked at my
face and sighed wearily. Then, with
Infinite tenderness, he gqntly lifted
the rifle from my grasp. He inspect
ed it and handed it back to me as
though he was laying a brick on an
orchid or giving a hundred-pound
weight to his aged grandmother. He
sighed again and passed on to the
next man, whose rifle he grabbed
with the confidence that the man
wouldn’t fall apart when he snatched
By the time Congress says I may
go home and be a mere civilian
again, I suppose I'll be the best sol
dier at Fort Bragg. At least I seem
to get more individual attention than
anyone else. Private tutoring, I al
ways tell the boys.
We were at work the other morn
ing learning how to handle a rifle.
The sergeant was putting us through
our paces.
"Hargrove,” he said with infinite
sweetness, "where is the balance of
your rifle?”
"This is all the supply sergeant
gave me, sir,” I said., "I thought
it was all here.”
The sergeant slapped his forehead
and mumbled something furiously
under his breath. "Wonder-child,”
he said, "this (pointing) is the bal
ance of your rifle. I can't imagine
why they call it that, unless it's be
cause when you hold the rifle there
with one hand, it's balanced.” He
then went on for a few minutes, ex
plaining a few of the things I had
still failed to master.
“Now do you understand it?” he
asked, beaming at me with a look
made of all sweet accord.
“No, sir,” I said.
The sergeant sighed wearily.
"Private Hargrove," he said, "right
down by the next barracks there’s a
group of young people who are prac
ticing with rifles for the first time.
They haven't had theirs for three
days like you have.
Run along
down there and see if you can keep
up with them.”
I tried. There was some confu
sion about the orders, however. At
the end of a movement where I
wound up with my rifle on my left
shoulder, the rest of the detail had
theirs on the right. I noticed als«
that I usually finished a command
long before the others.
The sergeant in charge of the de
tail commenced on this. "You know,
Shorty,” he said, "you have all of
these routines worked out much bet
ter than the War Department was
able to do them.
Where It took
them sixteen counts to complete the
sixteen-count manual, you always
manage somehow to complete it in
twelve.”
I was still blushing modestly when
he called the corporal over. He
said something to the corporal, who
took me by the elbow and guided
me gently around the building at a
spot where, he said, the battery offi
cers wouldn't see me drilling and
thereby be discouraged.
“This," he said, pronouncing each
syllable slowly and distinctly, "is IL
what we have come to call a rifle.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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