"Let me!" I sez, then I do somethin' I've been waitin' to do all my life.
I lay my best punch on a cop ... in front of witnesses!
Chapter Thirteen:
"Weren't you expecting me?"
-J. RAMBO
ME AND NUNZIO have a bit of a wait before the company commander shows up at his office. This is fine by me, as it gives me a chance to stop my nose from bleedin' quite so much, and we even talk the MPs guardin' us into gettin' some disinfectant to put on our knuckles.
If from this youse infers that it was quite a brawl, youse is correct. It was ... and what's more we are the dear winners. Now, the civilian cops may have different opinions regardin' this, but we was still standin' at the end of it and they wasn't so I feel we are justified in claimin' the victory.
As I mentioned, our guards are okay guys and in a pretty good mood to boot, which is understandable as they was fightin' on our side in the fracas under discussion. We have a pretty good time with them while we are waitin', swappin' tales from the fight that were at least partially true, interruptin' each other all the time with comments of "Did you see it when I . , . ?" and "Yeah, what about when that big cop... ." In fact, we are gettin' downright chummy with 'em, but then the captain walks in.
AH our talkin', stops when he appears, though he musta heard us long before we saw him, so there isn't really any point tryin' to pretend we have been this quiet all the time. Still, he doesn't look happy, so without any kind of spoken agreement we all drop back into our appointed roles. By this I mean the guards stand at parade rest and look stern, whilst me and Nunzio just sit and look uncomfortable ... which isn't too hard since, as I said, we have not emerged from the fracas unscathed.
We watch in total silence as the captain sits down at his desk and starts studyin' the report which has been placed there. I suppose I could of looked at it myself when we was talkin' with the guards, but to tell you the truth it hadn't occurred to me until I see the captain readin' it and realize the fates of Nunzio and me might well be decided by what is in it.
Finally, the captain looks up as if seein' all of us for the first time.
"Where are the others?" he sez to one of the guards.
"At the infirmary tent, sir," the guard sez.
The captain raises his eyebrows.
"Anything serious?"
"No sir. Just a few bumps and bruises. Besides ..."
"The guard hesitates and glances at me, and I knew I was on.
"I told 'em they should get patched up and let me talk to you first, captain ... sir," I sez. "You see, it was Nunzio and me what started the fight, and the squad just pitched in later to help us out ... so I figured that ... well, since we was responsible ..."
"Can you verify this?" the captain sez to the guard, cuttin' my oration short.
"Yes sir."
"Very well. Send word over to the infirmary. Tell the rest of the squad they are free to return to their quarters after their wounds are treated. Sergeant Guido and Corporal Nunzio are taking full responsibility for their actions."
"Yes sir," the guard sez, then salutes and leaves.
This is a bit of a load off my mind, as I have been worryin' a bit about gettin' the crew into trouble with our gambit. A bit, but not all ... as there remains the question of what the captain is gonna do about me and Nunzio. This is a for real question, as the stare the captain is levelin' at us is real noncommittal, which is to say he neither looks happy nor upset ... though I'm not sure what he would have to be happy about in this situational.
"Are you aware," he sez finally, "that I was called off stage to deal with this matter? One song into my final set, no less?"
"No sir," I sez, 'cause I hadn't been.
This simple statement did, however, settle two things in my mind. First, there is the matter of his rather flashy outfit ... which while it is indeed quite spiffy, is decidedly non-regulation. Second, it removed any doubts I might be havin' as to the level of benevolence the captain is feelin' toward us ... noncommittal stare or not.
"According to this," he sez, lookin' at the report again, "you two were involved in, if not the actual instigators of a barroom brawl, not only with civilians, but with the local police as well. Is there anything you'd like to add to that?"
"One of those civilians tried to roll one of our squad," I sez.
I figure that now we have accomplished our mission, it is time to start lookin' out for ourselves.
"Then, when we try to get him out, the others try to say he has assaulted her. As far as the cops ... I mean, the local police go, well, they was tryin' to arrest us all, even though our own military police were right there on the scene of the alleged crime, and we was taught in basic trainin' ..."
"Yes, yes, I know," he waves. "Soldiers are to be tried in military, not civilian court, so you two took on a whole room full of civilians over a point in the Military Code. Is that it?"
"Yes sir. That and to try to help one of our squad."
"Very well," he sez, and looks over at the guards. "You men can go now. I'll handle this from here."
We wait quiet-like until the MPs file out of the room, then a little longer as the captain is studyin' our files again.
"You two have only been assigned to me for about a week ... and only enlisted a few weeks before that. Is that correct?"
"Yes sir."
"So you're fresh out of Basic and already a sergeant ... and corporal. And now this."
He goes back to starin' at our files, but I am startin' to feel a little less anxious. While there is no question of us beatin' the rap, as we have confessed, it's startin' to sound like we might get off with nothin' more than losin' our stripes ... a possibility which does not distress me overly much. Not bad for not havin' a mouthpiece to do our plea bargainin'.
"The civilian authorities are recommending you be disciplined severely ... that you be made an example of to discourage other soldiers from following your example."
I start feelin' anxious again. This does not sound so encouragin', and after a career unblemished by a single conviction, I am not eager to spend time in an army stockade. I wonder if it is too late to withdraw our confession ... and whether the MPs are still outside.
"Very well," the captain sez finally, lookin' up from our files. "Consider yourselves disciplined."
We wait for him to say more, then realize that's all there is.
"Sir?"
The captain gives a tight little smile at our reactions.
"Do you men know what an army that's growing as fast as ours needs the most?"
I experience a sinkin' feelin' in my stomach, as I have heard this speech before. Nunzio, however, was not present the last time it was run past me.
"A better tailor," he sez.
The captain blinks in surprise, then erupts in a quick bark of laughter.
"That's pretty good," he sez. "A better tailor. You've got a point there, Corporal Nunzio ... but that wasn't what I was referring to."
He drops his grin and gets back on track.
"What we need are leaders. You can train men to shoot, but you can't train them to lead. Not really. We can show them the procedures and tell them the principles so they can at least go through the motions, but real leadership ... the charisma to inspire loyalty and the guts to act in a crisis ... that can't be taught."
He picks up the report and tosses it back down careless-like.
"Now, publicly we have to discourage our soldiers from fighting with civilians, whatever the provocation. Any other position would endanger our welcome in the community ... such as it is. We are aware, however, that there are those who try to exploit our men at any opportunity, and many who frankly resent us ... though I never could understand why."