My Enemy's Enemy [antikvár]

1'Yes, I know all about that, Tom/ the Adjutant said through a mouthful of stew. 'But technical qualifications aren't everything. There's other sides to a Signals oflScer's job, you know, especially while we're stiU pretty weU static. The communications are ruiuiing themselves and we don't want to start getting complacent. My personal view is and has been from the word go that your friend Daily's a standing bloody reproach to this unit, never mind how much he knows about the six-channel and the other boxes of tricks. That's a lineman-mechanic's job, anyway, not an officer's. And I can tell you for a fact I mean to do something about it, do you see?' He laid down his knife, though not his fork, and took three or four swallows of wine.'Well, your boy Cleaver doesn't impress me all that much, Bill,' Thurston, who hated the Adjutant, said to him. 'The only time we've tried him on duty he flapped.''Just inexperience, Tom,' the Adjutant said. 'He'd soon snap out of that if we gave him command of the section. Sergeant Beech would carry him until he found his feet.'' Mm, I'd like to see that, I must say. The line duty-ofiicer getting his sergeant out of bed to hold his hand while he changes a valve.''Now look here, old boy.' The Adjutant levered a piece of meat out from between two teeth and ate it.' You know as weU as I do that young Cleaver's got the best technical qualifications of anyone in the whole unit. It's not his fault he's been stuck on ofiice work ever since he came to us. There's a fellow that'd smarten up that bunch of goons and long-haired bloody mathematical wizards as they call a line-maintenance section. As it is, the N.C.O.s don't chase the blokes and Dally isn't interested in13