Thursday, December 26, 2013
and he came back pissing mad. “I told some boys in there to keep quiet
and they’re still making noise. I told them twice. I always give a man
two chances. Not three. You come with me, and I’m going back there and
arrest them.” “Well let me give them a third chance,” I said, “I’ll talk
to them.” “No sir, I never gave a man more than two chances.” I sighed.
Here we go. We went to the offending room and Tex opened the door and
told everybody to file out. It was embarrassing. Every single one of us
was blushing. This is the story of America. Everybody’s doing what they
think they’re supposed to do. So what if a bunch of men talk in loud
voices and drink in the night. But Tex wanted to prove something. He
made sure to bring me along in case they jumped him. They might have.
They were all brothers, all from Alabama. We all strolled back to the
station. Tex in front and me in back. One of the boys said to me “Tell
that crotch-eared mean-ass to take it easy on us; we might get fired for
this and never get to Okinawa.” “I’ll talk to him.” In the station I
told Tex to forget it. He said, for everybody to hear, and blushing, “I
don’t give anybody no more than two chances.” “What the hail,” said the
Alabaman, “what difference does it make. We might lose our jobs.” Tex
said nothing and filled out the arrest forms. He arrested only one of
them; he called the prowl car in town. They came and took him away. The
other brothers walked off sullenly. “What’s Ma going to say?” they said.
One of them came back to me. “You tell that Texas sonofabitch if my
brother ain’t out of jail tomorrow night he’s going to get his ass
fixed.” I told Tex, in a neutral way, and he said nothing. The brother
was let off easy and nothing happened. The contingent shipped out; a new
wild bunch came in. If it hadn’t been for Henri Cru I wouldn’t have
stayed at this job two hours. But Henri Cru and I were on duty alone
many a night and that’s when everything jumped. We made the first round
of the evening in a leisurely way, Henri trying all the doors to see if
they were locked and hoping to find one unlocked. He’d say “For years
I’ve an idea to develop a dog into a superthief who’d go in to these
guys rooms and take dollars out of their pockets. I’d train him to take
nothing but green money; I’d make him smell it all day long. If there
was
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