“Have you been having a little trouble in the barracks, Boom-Boom?” he asked rhetorically shortly thereafter, allowing me the luxury of a little time to compose myself.

“No, Sir!” I answered, unconvincingly; I was never a good liar.

“You’re lying, aren’t you, Boom-Boom?”

I didn’t answer.

“Would you squeal on a fellow maggot, Boom-Boom? Rat on another platoon member?”

“No, Sir.”

He wasn’t surprised by my answer, but I could tell by his face that he was intrigued by this line of interrogation and wanted to pursue it further.

“Why not, Boom-Boom? Why not squeal on a fellow maggot?”

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