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."This is your army?" Chiun said."It's supposed to be.""God, save the Republic," Chiun said."Where is the marching? Where are the banners? The cymbals?""This is the American army," Remo said."Most of these guys will have to reenlist to have enough time to tell left foot from right foot."He looked with Chiun toward an onrushing sergeant whose face suggested that his father had been a bull terrier."I am Sergeant Hayes, and this is the United 88States Army," the sergeant boomed."You came here to work, and work you will.Do all your orders read Fort Borgoyne?"Only a few voices squeaked an answer."Yes." The other enlistees seemingly did not care what their orders read, just so long as it was not Sing Sing."Yes what?" the sergeant yelled at the top of his lungs, although he stood no more than two feet from the ragged line of recruits."Yes, sir," a few answered in unison."What?""Yes, sir," they thundered."Again.""Yes, sM"Chiun was clapping his hands together in rhythm ñ and smiling delightedly."Yes, sir," he squealed, marching in his own little circle."Yes, sir! This is the real army.Yes, sir."He turned excitedly to Remo."You were right," he said, his long robes billowing as he stomped in single formation."One two," Chiun called out."Hup, tup, Wing Ho.""Wing Ho?""It is an advanced drill used in the Chinese Third Dynasty.No one talks about it now, but the Chinese could never fight as well as a field of butterflies.Still, their marching was unparalleled.Kwo Hun Wing Ho."The sergeant noticed that his new group of inductees was staring at the aged Oriental, who was marching and chanting the strange words."At ease," he called.Chiun continued marching."I said cut it out, Grampa,"the sergeant bellowed."I'd leave off the grampa stuff if I were you," Remo advised.89T"Who asked you?"Remo shrugged."Just trying to do my bit.If you don't care about hanging onto your arms and legs, then be my guest." He made way for the sergeant to approach Chiun."I'll take care of you later, punk," the sergeant said, placing his hands on his hips."What in the hell do you think you're doing here?" he demanded of Chiun."Is this not a training camp?""That's just what it is, old man."Page 36ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"Very well.Remo is here to join your army, and I am his trainer.""We got no room for nursemaids around here, Papa-san." The sergeant took another step forward so that his beefy head hovered a full two feet over Chiun's, casting a menacing shadow."Step back, cow-eater," Chiun warned."You are obstructing my view.""Obstrue—look, mister," the sergeant began, poking a stubby finger toward the old man's shoulder."Shouldn't have done that," Remo said as the sergeant spiraled skyward and came to rest in the branches of a cottonwood tree."Did you see that?" one of the recruits asked."Naw.Must be the heat." Remo directed" the group toward another officer."We need uniforms and supplies, Major," he said.The major looked surprised."What happened to your instructor?" he asked.Remo glanced back to the tree where Sergeant Hayes was just beginning to show small signs of life."Dunno," Remo said."I guess he got hung up.""Well, the supplies are in that building over 90there.I'll have a sergeant meet you and take you to your quarters.Meanwhile, you're in charge." He patted Remo on the back."You're going to make a fine soldier," he said, and walked away."You!" Chiun sputtered."How can he say that you will make a fine soldier? Did you know the Third Dynasty War March? Did you engage in deadly combat with the piglet in the tree?""No, Little Father," Remo said, leading the group toward the supply building."Your army is racist and ungrateful.Never will I teach these worthless things the Wing Ho formation.""Serves 'em right," Remo said.Another sergeant met them at the supply office and escorted the men to their barracks, where he taught them how to make a bunk.He seemed to believe that an army traveled on its bed, and tight beds good armies made [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]