“Are you interested? You got to strike while the iron is hot.”
The soldier shook his head. “I think I’ll pass. I can’t stand cold water and salty air.”
“OK, who is going to be the third one to volunteer.” He waited ten seconds. “Did I mention that you sail from Seattle to Attu on a luxury liner. No troop ship with bunks five deep and six decks down. You’ll be sailing first class. Your own stateroom with a balcony overlooking the mighty Pacific.”
No one wavered or flinched. They knew the First Sergeant was sly and crafty. Still it sounded like good duty and Alabama was not a fun place.
“What is wrong with you guys. I would be waving my hand like mad to volunteer. I just wish the Battalion Commander would let me go. Did I mention that there is a girl behind every tree and they just love men guarding their loran towers.”
Private Green in the fourth squad raised his hand and yelled. “I’ll go. It sounds wonderful.”