was concerned. Whatever they dished out, he could take. He was a Garroway now, in name as well as by birth.
He did wish Lynnley were here, though. Sheâd flown out from Tiburón to Charleston, while heâd accompanied his mother north to San Diego first, then caught a sub-O flight out of Salton Spaceport. Theyâd planned to meet up at the Charleston skyport yesterday, but all incoming female recruits had been rounded up as soon as they arrived and whisked off to some other receiving area. Heâd found himself herded on board the ancient magbus with thirty-seven other young men and the taciturn Marine sergeant.
That sergeant was taciturn no longer. â On behalf of Major General Phillip R. Delflores, commanding officer of this installation, and on behalf of the United States Marine Corps, welcome to Parris Island,â he bellowed, somehow making the ear-ringing yell effortless, somehow doubling the volume of select words for emphasis, as though a bellow was his normal and everyday manner of speech. âI am Staff Sergeant Sewicki, and my assistant here is Sergeant Heller. I will keep this short and simple, so that even brainless civvy maggots like you can understand.
âThis is my island, this is my Marine Corps, and you maggots are my responsibility! Today you are embarking on a twenty-one-week course of Marine Corps recruit training, commonly known as boot camp. You are not at home any longer. You are not at school, you are not in your old neighborhood, you are not back in the world that you once knew. During these next few weeks, you will obey all orders given to you by any Marine. Just so thereâs no confusion on this point, you people are not Marines. You are recruits . You must earn the title of U.S. Marine. To do that, you must prove to your officers, your drill instructors, your comrades, and yourselves that you are worthy of the uniform and the title of a United States Marine! Do you recruits understand me?â
The question was greeted by a mumbled chorus of âYes,â and âYes, sir,â and even the occasional âSure.â
Sewicki exploded. â When you open your maggot mouths, the very first word you utter will be the word sir! The very last word your maggot mouths utter will be the word sir!â¦Do you understand me?â
âSir, yes, sir!â was the response, somewhat ragged and quavering.
âNo! No! No!â Sewickiâs eyes bulged, his face reddened, and for an instant John wondered if the man was going to have a stroke. â What do you people think this is, the goddamn Army? When I ask if you understand me, when I give you an order, the correct and proper response is, âSir, aye aye, sir!â Do you understand me?â
âSir, aye aye, sir!â
ââAye, ayeâ means â I understand and I will obey!â Do you understand me?â
âSir, aye aye, sir!â
âWhat? I canât hear you!â
âSir, aye aye, sir!â
âAgain! Louder!â
âSir, aye aye, sir!â
He cupped a hand to his ear. âWhat?â
âSir, aye aye, sir!â
âYou!â He spun suddenly, face and forefinger inches from the face of a terrified recruit three men to Johnâs right. âWhat is your name?â
âSir! H-Hollingwood, sir!â
âHollywood! What kind of a name is that?â
âSirââ
âLet me see your war face!â
âS-Sir! Ayeâ¦what?â
âLet me see your goddamn war face! Do you know how to make a war face? This is a war face! Arrrr! Now you do it!â
With his eyes rigidly front, John could only imagine what was going on, but he heard the recruit give a terrified yelp.
âThat is pathetic! You do not frighten me, Hollywood! Hit the deck! Ten push-ups!â
The recruit dropped.
â On your goddamn feet, Hollywood! What did I just tell you?â
âSir, Iââ
â When I give you an order, you
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