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The New Clerk Dried His Uniform and Said Nothing — Then the Colonel Opened the Folder

"Fresh uniform. Bad timing," Vance Coyle says, and flicks a mouthful of hot coffee across the new clerk's starched top.

It is 0640 Monday at the Fort Halstead supply day room, and the whole shift is watching. First Lieutenant Adam Reeve has been signed to the supply section for four days. He has a folder under his left arm and eleven minutes before the battalion commander walks through the door.

Reeve does not answer. He dabs the coffee off his chest with a paper towel, drops the towel in the bin, and sets the folder down on the steel counter. Coyle laughs and rolls his cuffs again.

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