Young Lions by Irwin Shaw

Author:Irwin Shaw
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media

CHAPTER TWENTY

“I’M GOING to tell you the truth,” Colclough was saying. “I’m sorry to see you back. You’re a disgrace to this Company and I don’t think we can make a soldier out of you in a hundred years. But by God, I’m going to try, if I have to break you in half doing it.”

Noah stared at the twitching pale spot gleaming at the end of the Captain’s nose. It was all the same, the same glaring light in the orderly room, the same stale joke pinned on the wall over the Top Sergeant’s desk, “The Chaplain’s number is 145. Get your TS cards punched there.” Colclough had the same voice and he seemed to be saying the same thing, and even the smell, of badly seasoned wood, dusty papers, sweaty uniforms, gun oil and beer, hung in the orderly room. It was hard to realize that he had ever been away or that anything had happened or anything changed.

“Naturally, you have no privileges.” Colclough was speaking slowly, with solemn enjoyment. “You will get no passes and no furloughs. You will be on KP every day for the next two weeks, and after that you will have Saturday and Sunday KP from then on. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” Noah said.

“You have the same bunk you had before. I warn you, Ackerman, you will have to be five times more soldier than anybody else in this outfit, just to keep alive. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” Noah said.

“Now get out of here. I don’t want to see you in this orderly room again. That’s all.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Noah saluted and went out. He walked slowly down the familiar Company street toward his old barracks. He felt a constriction in his throat as he saw its lights shining through the bare windows fifty yards away and the familiar figures moving around within.

Suddenly he wheeled. The three men who were following him stopped in the darkness. But he recognized them. Donnelly, Wright, Henkel. He could see them grinning at him. They moved softly and almost imperceptibly toward him, in a spaced, dangerous line.

“We are the welcoming committee,” Donnelly said. “The Company decided you should have a nice old-fashioned welcome when you got back, and now we are going to give it to you.”

Noah reached into his pocket. He ripped out the spring knife that he had bought in town on the way to camp. He pressed the button and the six-inch blade whickered out of its sheath. It caught the light, gleaming new and bright and deadly in his hand. The three men stopped when they saw the knife.

“The next man that touches me,” Noah said quietly, “gets this. If anybody in this Company ever touches me again I’m going to kill him. Pass the good word along.”

He stood erect, the knife held at hip level in front of him.

Donnelly looked at the knife, then he looked at the other two men. “Ah,” he said, “let’s leave him alone. For the time being.

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