Story Notes:Written in 2010.
Colonel Bob Sink massaged the bridge of his nose. “I don’t like the idea of this any more than you do, Dick, but we’ve gotta keep these boys from wanderin’ all over Austria like a pack ‘a rowdy, drunken Indians.”
“I’m in complete agreement, sir,” said Winters.
“Good. I hate to do it, but we’ve gotta set up a curfew reinforced by stern discipline.”
Winters mused. “I could put Captain Speirs in charge of corporal punishment, sir.”