Mission accomplished,\" Staff Sergeant Har- Ion Johnson muttered as he absentmindedly gazed out the window of the truck and watched the Bavarian scenery. \"How s that, Sarge?\" Private First Class Jed Turner inquired, chomping on three sticks of chewing gum as he spoke, his Alabama drawl pulling on the words. Turner s eyes remained fixed on the narrow, dirt road. \"I said we accomplished our mission,\" John- son repeated dryly. \"We delivered three adding machines and four typewriters for repair at Ansbach and picked up about a ton of TA-Fifty field gear for the troopies. Some mission, e huh !\" \"Least nobody s shooting at us,\" Turner re- plied with a shrug. \"Yeah,\" Johnson growled. :e Harlon Johnson almost wished someone was shooting at them. Twelve years before, fresh out of high school, Harlon had joined the army, eager to go to Vietnam and earn himself a chest full of medals. But American forces were being purled out of Southeast Asia by the time John-
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