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Not that he gave a damn what the grapevine sent out about Killpath's little speech on the comportment of platoon commanders.
He just didn't want to talk about it.
If the acting captain wanted his acting lieutenant to sit on his ass around the station all night, Killpath would just have to go out and drag Gun back by the heels once an hour ; ;
because he'd be damned if he was going to be a mid-watch pencil-pusher just to please his ulcerated pro-tem captain.

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