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He was sure bright this Morton, but not bright enough to keep his mouth shut. I hissed him into silence as Sergeant Klutz glared in our direction.

“Talking is forbidden,” he graveled. “You are here to listen, and this here is Corporal Gow who will now
tell you what you got to know.”

This Gow was a smarmy type, all smooth pink skin, little ponce’s moustache and fake grin. “Now sergeant,” he said, “this is orientation, not orders. You men will become good soldiers by following orders. But good soldiers also should know the necessity of these orders. So get comfortable, guys. No chairs of course, this is the army. Just sit down on the nice clean
concrete floor and give me your attention, if you please. Now—can any of you tell me why you are here?”

“We was drafted,” a thick voice said.

“Yes, ha-ha, of course you were. But why is the draft necessary? Your teachers and your parents have let you down if this has not been made completely clear. So let me take this opportunity to remind you of some vital facts. You are here because a dangerous
enemy is at our gates, has invaded our precious land, and it is your duty to defend our inalienable freedoms.”

“This is the old cagal if I ever heard it,” I muttered, and Morton nodded silent agreement.

“Did you say something, soldier?” The corporal said, staring right at me; he had good ears.

“Just a question, sir. How could a broken-down, unindustrialized society like they got over there,
how could they ever
invade a modern, armed and equipped country like ours.”

“That is a
good
question, soldier, and one that I am happy to answer. Those barbarians across the channel would pose no problem if they were not being armed and equipped by
offworlders.
Greedy, hungry strangers who see our rich land and want to take it for themselves. That is why you lads must go willingly to the service
of your country.”

I was shocked at the magnitude of the lie, angered. But I struggled hard and followed my own advice and kept my mouth shut. But Morton didn’t.

“But, sir, the Interplanetary League is a peaceful union of peaceful planets. War has been abolished …”

“How do you know that?” he snapped.

“Common knowledge,” I said breaking in, hoping that Morton would shut up now. “But you know
that is the truth, don’t you, sir?”

“I know nothing of the sort and I wonder just who has been feeding you lies like that. After our orientation session I want to talk to you, soldier. You and that recruit next to you. This free country is fighting the interplanetary forces that wish to destroy us. No sacrifice is too great to defend that freedom which is why I know that you will all do your
duty, happily. And become good soldiers in a good team. Look to the good Sergeant Klutz as you would to your own father, for he is here to be your mentor and guide to your military life. Do what he says and you will grow strong and prosper and become first-class soldiers in the service of your country. But I know that you will at times find things confusing, even worrying, for this military experience
is a new experience for all of you. That is when you must think of me. I am your counselor and guide. You can call upon me for advice and help at any time. I would like to be your friend, your very best friend. Now I am going to pass out these orientation pamphlets and you have ten minutes to read them. We will then have a question and answer session to help acquaint you with the details. While
you are doing that I am going to have a nice friendly chat with these recruits who appear to be badly misinformed about the political realities of our land.” The finger was pointing at me, then at Morton.
“That’s right, you two. We will step outside, get a bit of sun, have some good old jaw-jaw.”

We rose with great reluctance—but had no choice at all. All eyes were upon us when we went to the
door that Gow was holding open. I could feel the heat from Sergeant Klutz’s burning glare as I passed him. Corporal Gow closed the door behind us and turned to face us. His smile as insincere as ever.

“Kind of warm now since the sun came out.”

“Sure is. Feels nice.”

“Where did you get that subversive cagal you were spouting in there? You first.” He pointed at me.

“I sort of, well, sort of
heard it somewhere.”

He smiled happily and stabbed a stubby finger at Morton.

“I knew it. You have been listening to the illegal radio, haven’t you? Both of you. That is the only possible place you could heard such outrageous lies.”

“Not really,” Morton said. “Facts are facts and I happen to be right.”

He was digging his own grave with his jaw. I broke in; this radio dodge sounded like a possible
out. If there were such a thing we might just wriggle from under this creepo’s thumb. I lowered my eyes and twisted my toe in the dirt.

“Gee, corporal, I don’t know how to say this. I was going to lie or something—but you’re too smart for me. It was, you’re right, the radio …”

“I knew it! They pump that poison down from their satellite, too many frequencies to jam, too defended to shoot down.
Lies!”

“I just did it that once. I knew I shouldn’t have, but it was a dare. And it sounded so true—that’s why I spoke out like that.”

“I’m glad you did, recruit. And I imagine that you did the same?” Morton did not rise to the bait but the corporal took silence for assent. “I think that you did. But at least it shows the poison didn’t take, that you two wanted to talk about it. The devil always
has the best tunes. But you must turn away from the siren song of such slimy untruths and listen to the authorities who know far better than you do.” He smiled warmly upon us and I grinned with wide insincerity.

“Oh I will, sir,” I said quickly before Morton could open his mouth again. “I will. Now that you have told me this, and didn’t punish us or anything …”

“Did I say that?” The warm grin
suddenly had a cold and nasty edge to it. “You’ll get your punishment. If you were civilians you would each get a year at hard labor. But you are in the army now—so the punishment should be worse. It has been nice talking to you, recruits. Now get back inside for the rest of this orientation session. That will give you plenty of time to contemplate your crimes and their inevitable punishment. In
the future, if you have a future, you will not contradict me or any other officer.”

He waved us inside ahead of him: we went like sheep to the slaughter. I whispered to Morton. “Is it true what he said about the radio broadcasts.”

“Of course. Haven’t you ever listened? Pretty boring stuff for the most part. Heavy on propaganda and low on content. But it doesn’t matter that you admitted listening.
He was out to get us no matter what he said. Military justice!”

“Do we just stay here and wait?!”

“Where’s to run,” he said, with utmost gloom.

Where indeed? There was no place to flee to.

Sergeant Klutz glared his best glare at us and we shut up. I sank to the floor with a sigh. Wondering just what possible punishment the military could dream up that could be worse than recruit training.
I had the sinking feeling that I would find out soon enough.

A distant buzzer sounded like a stifled eructation and Sergeant Klutz’s eyes came back into focus and the expression of dull vacuity vanished to be replaced by his normal sneer of anger.

“On your feet you cagal-kopfs! You had a whole hour of cagaling off and you will now pay for it. Double time! The next session will be small arm instruction and short arm inspection. Move it!”

“I’m
holding onto these two,” Gow said, separating us out from the others. “I’m putting them on report for spreading sedition.”

Klutz nodded happily and slashed a line through our names on his roster sheet. “Suits me, Gow. As long as I got the roll call right you can eat them for breakfast for all I care.”

The door closed and Gow and I stood there eyeball to eyeball. Morton slumped to one side, drooping
with apathy. I was beginning to get angry. Corporal Gow took out his notebook and pencil and pointed at me.

“What is your name soldier?”

“ScrooU2.”

“That is your military name, Scroo, and not a complete one at that. I would like your entire name.”

“I’m from Pensildelphia, corporal, and we were taught never to give our names to strangers.”

His eyes narrowed with hatred. “Are you trying to
make fun of me soldier?”

“That would be impossible, sir. You are a walking joke as it is. Selling lies to the peasantry. You know as well as I do that the only threat to this country is the military that control it. This is a military state kept in operation only for the benefit of the military.”

Morton gasped and tried to wave me to silence. I was too angry for that now. This cagaling corporal
had gotten under my skin. He smiled coldly and reached for the telephone.

“If you won’t tell me your name the Military Police will find it out quickly enough. And you are wrong about only the military benefiting from a military state. You are forgetting the industrial corporations that profit from the military contracts. One cannot exist without the other. They are mutually interdependent.”

He said this calmly, smiling, and shocked me into silence. “But …” I finally mumbled as he dialed the phone. “If you know that—why are you selling that line of old cagal to the troops?”

“For the simple reason that I am the scion of one of those industrial families and quite happy with the situation as it is. I fulfill my military obligations by selling this line of old cagal, as you so quaintly
put it, and in a few months will return to the life of luxury which I greatly enjoy. The number is engaged. I’ve enjoyed our talk as well, and in return for the pleasure I derived from the novelty of our conversation I wish to give you a gift.”

He put the phone down, turned and opened a drawer in the desk behind him and I was dumb enough to let him do it. When the coin finally dropped it was
too late. As I jumped forward he spun about with a large weapon in his hand, aimed and steady.

“I wouldn’t, if I were you. I hunt, you know, and I am a first-class shot. I would also have no slightest compunction in shooting you. In the back if needs be,” he added as I turned away. I turned around again and smiled.

“Well done, corporal. Intelligence was concerned about the quality of your orientation
talks and I was sent here to, you know, try to irritate you. And I promise not to repeat your remarks about the industrial-military complex. I come from a poor family so I do not enjoy any of your advantages.”

“Is that true?” Morton gasped.

“It is—and you are under arrest. There, one traitor caught, Gow, so some good has come of our conversation.”

His eyes narrowed but the gun never moved.
“Do you expect me to believe that?”

“No. But I can show you my identification.” I smiled and reached into the empty back pocket of my new uniform.

He might have been a good shot when it came to blasting helpless animals or paper targets, but he had no combat experience. For a single instant his eyes looked down toward my moving hand. Which was all the time I needed. My other hand was already
chopping the inside of his wrist, moving the gun aside. It hissed once and something slammed into the wall behind me. Morton screeched with fright and jumped aside. Before Gow could fire again my knee came up into his stomach.

The gun dropped to the floor and he dropped beside it. I took a deep and shuddering breath and let it out with a sigh.

“Well done, Jim,” I said, and reached over my shoulder
and patted myself on the back. “All the reflexes working fine.”

Morton bulged his eyes at me, then down at the silent form of the corporal. “What’s happening … ?” he gurgled in confusion.

“Exactly what you see. I’ve rendered the corporal unconscious before he did us bodily harm. And you are not under arrest since that was just a ruse. So now, quickly before someone comes, push that desk up against
the entrance since you can see that the door has no lock.”

I bent and retrieved the weapon in case the scion of millions came to earlier than planned. And what was I going to do with the poor little rich boy? I looked down at his recumbent form and inspiration struck.

“You are a genius,” I bragged aloud. “You deserve another pat which you will get later because now speed is of the essence.”
I bent and began to unbutton his uniform. “The uniform, that is the key, the uniform. They will be looking for a ragged recruit in baggy fatigues. Not a spiffy corporal in tailormades. You have earned this promotion, Jim. Go to the head of the class.”

I tore off his shoes and pulled his trousers free—and whistled. His underpants were woven of gold thread. Rich is as rich does. It was chance, pure
chance, that he was a little overweight from a lifetime of good living. My muscles took the place of his fat and the uniform could have been made for me. Except the shoes; he had very tiny feet. My boots would have to do. I emptied his pockets and found, in addition to a great deal of money and a container of sinister looking black cigarettes, a small pocketknife. This worked admirably in cutting
my discarded clothing into strips with which I bound the corporal securely, wadded more of the cloth into a gag. He was breathing easily through his nose so my conscience was clear that he would not die of suffocation.

“Are you going to kill him?” Morton asked.

“No, but I want him quiet until I put the next part of the plan into operation.” I’m glad that Morton didn’t ask what that was since
I didn’t know yet. There were no closets in the room so the corporal could not be stuffed out of sight. The desk—that was it!

“Morton,” I ordered. “Stand with your back to the door and think like a lock. If anyone tries to open it lean hard against it.”

While he leaned and thought lockish I dragged the desk back into position and wedged the bound corporal under it. By reflex I went through the
desk drawers, which were all empty except the top one which had a folder of papers. I tucked these under my arm. Then I stepped back and examined my handiwork. Admirable. The corporal was well out of sight. Anyone who glanced into the room would think it empty.