TRP - "Excellent Fuckin' Question"!

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..."I would rather be anywhere else than here today.".... 0930 hours: Based on Information provided by Stella,I delivered a Dozen Red Roses & a Box of Whitman's Chocolates to Staff-Sergeant Peggy Norton,the wounded girl we'd carried from the Burning Woods,recuperating in room 208 of the Wurzburg Army Hospital. After the obligatory 'Thanks' & 'How you doing'?,stages were past,I got down to Business and told her I was aware that she was an accomplished Aviation Motor Mechanic heading for a Medical Discharge,then offered her a Job with a starting Salary of $40,000 a Year(Triple her Military Pay.) plus any Costs of Training required for her to Maintain our Flock of Yellow Wings. "That depends",Peg smirked Cannily,"What Brand of Smokes you got in that pocket"? "Lucky Strikes",I pulled the Pack out on display. "That'll do",she nodded crisply,"There's a Wheelchair in the Latrine. How 'bout rolling me out to the Smoke Pit"? "Sure,I..whoah..They let you wander outside"? "Whenever I can manage to bum a Smoke. My Ration Card is ashes". "If you can go outside,how come you can't go home"? She adopted a momentary blank stare,snapped out of it to quip,"Excellent Fuckin' Question"!,then mashed the button that fetched the Nurse in. // A Double-Dumb-Ass reigned somewhere in Wurzburg Army Hospital Bureaucracy. One of Peg's Medical 'Profiles' contained a prohibition against climbing stairs and the Records indicated that she lived on the 3rd Floor of her Barracks,so every coldly logical Red-Tape calculation decreed that she remain in the Hospital until that Profile Expired. Having heard that sadly lame explanation from the Nurse,I demanded a Second Opinion from the Duty Doctor. While awaiting the Doc Peg eyed me strangely,"Y'know I'm not gonna be much fun"? "Maybe,maybe not,but I can guarantee my place is a Helluva lot more fun than being trapped here for Memorial Day". "Good...Good Point",she readily conceded. // It didn't take much to sway the Lady Major to release Peg past,"..we've got Ground-Floor accommodations with a handicapped ramp..". Accumulating Doctors Orders & Instructions,Prescription Meds and a stack of Return Appointments took some time to accomplish on a Saturday Morning,and most of it had passed when I signed Peg out at 1115hours and rolled her Wheelchair up the VAB-SAN's Rear Ramp..Then handed her a Carton of Marlboro Gold 100's. Peg chuckled,"If this is my Signing Bonus you'll need to throw in a Bic Lighter"....... (Currently Listening To : YES : Yessongs)
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