He could truthfully say that he neverhurt anybody. You know--like the eye ofa hurricane? It never hurts anybody....
handle yourself during an interrogation and a lot of the gimmicks they're liable to throw at you in order to trick you into shooting off your mouth." The isolated and unnaturally attentive Wims again caught the lieutenant's eye. "You there!" he said, pointing to Wims, "come help me set up this screen."
Wims rose to his feet and one of the platoon sergeants leaped forward. "I'll help you, sir. Wims, sit down."
"I asked this man to help me, sergeant."
Another platoon sergeant and a corporal were already on the platform. They had seized the stand and were unfolding it. The lieutenant spun around. "What are you doing?"
"We're helping, sir," the sergeant said.
"Well, cut it out. You noncoms are too officious and it's unnatural. It makes me nervous."
Wims was now on the platform and had taken hold of the screen cylinder. One of the corporals was tugging at the other end, trying to get it away from him.
"Let go of that screen," the lieuten
I do not understand this story. It is neither funny, nor entertaining. There is no discernible plot, the characters are shallow and unbelievable. It doesn't get too much worse than this.
A kid who does nothing, yet destroys everything around him gets drafted as a secret weapon.
A mildly funny story.
The book was full of irony and humor, accompanied with a protagonist you can't help but like I found that I enjoyed it. I would have preferred a different ending but that is all I will say on that subject, I don't want to spoil it. I would recommend it for those who are looking to read something short and enjoyable in their spare time.