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He finished that at last, and sketched a...He finished that at last, and sketched a tentative march order for the invasion battalion once it had landed at BotoiHere there was no precedent for him to follow -- the General had sketched the outline of the attack, but he had been a little vagueFrom experience, Dalleson knew he would have to submit something and the General would proceed to rip it apart and give him the movement in detailHe hoped to avoid this but he knew there was little likelihood of it, and so, sweating profusely in the heat of the tent, he indicated a route of combat march along one of the main trails, and estimated the time it should take for each portion of itThis was unplotted terrain of his mind as well, and he halted many times, wiped his forehead, and tried unsuccessfully to conceal his anxiety from himselfThe steady murmur of voices in the tent, the steady bustle of men moving from desk to desk, or the draftsmen humming over their roxanne mulberry bag work, irritated himOnce or twice he looked up, glared balefully at whoever was talking, and then returned to his work with an audible grunt The telephone rang frequently and despite himself Dalleson began to listen to the conversationsOnce for several minutes, Hearn chatted with some other officer over the phone, and Dalleson finally threw down his pencil and shouted, "Goddammit, why don't you men all shut up and get to work?" It was obviously directed toward Hearn, who murmured something into the receiver and hung up after staring thoughtfully at Dalleson "Did you give those papers to Hobart?" he asked Hearn "What the hell you been doing since then?" Hearn grinned and lit a cigarette"Nothing in particular, Major There was a subdued titter from a few of the clerks in the tent Dalleson stood up, surprised to find himself suddenly in a rage, "I don't want any of your goddam lip, HearnIt was bad to reprimand an black chanel tote officer in front of enlisted men"Go over and help Leach For several seconds Hearn stood motionless, and then he nodded, sauntered carelessly over to Leach's desk, and sat down beside himDalleson had trouble in getting back to workIn the weeks that had elapsed since the division had stalled on the line, Dalleson had expressed his concern by driving his menHe would worry frequently that his subordinates were slacking off and the work was becoming sloppyTo correct that, he was after his clerks all the time to make them retype papers in which there was one error or even one erasure, and he consistently bullied his junior officers to produce more workIt was basically a superstitionDalleson believed that if he could make his own small unit function perfectly the rest of the division would follow his examplePart of the discomfort Hearn had caused him until now had come from Dalleson's conviction that Hearn cared very cheap chanel purses little about the workIt was a dangerous business"One man can louse up an outfit," was one of Dalleson's axioms, and Hearn was a threatIt was the first time he could ever remember a subordinate telling him that he had been doing nothingWhen that started happeningDalleson fretted through the rest of the afternoon, outlined the march order very uncertainly, and an hour before evening chow had finished enough of the battle plan to present it to the General He went over to Cummings's tent, gave it to him, and stood by uncomfortably, waiting for commentsCummings studied it carefully, looking up from time to time to voice a criticism"I see you've got four different withdrawal orders, and four assembly areas "I don't think that'll be necessary, MajorWe'll pick one assembly point back of Second Battalion, and whichever outfit we use for the invasion will go thereIt won't be more than a five-mile march at the very most, no white chanel watch matter which one we take Dalleson busied himself scribbling notes on a little pad "I think you'd better allow 108 minutes instead of 104 for the trip with the LCMsCummings gave his objections, and Dalleson continued to mark them in his note-padCummings watched him with a little contemptDalleson's got a mind like a switchboard, he told himselfIf your plug will fit one of his mental holes, he can furnish the necessary answer, but otherwise he's lost Cummings sighed, lit a cigarette"We've got to co-ordinate the staff work on this more thoroughlyWill you tell Hobart and Conn I'll want them with you in the morning first thing?" "Yes, sir," Dalleson rumbled The General scratched his upper lipThat would have been Hearn's job if he were still orderlyCummings had been doing without an aideHe exhaled his cigarette"By the way, Major," Cummings asked"How's Hearn getting along with you?" Cummings yawned casually, but he was fendi spy bag replica t11:58 AM - 6/28/2010
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