“I hope, General,” the admiral commented, “that your supply sergeant can find my preserved pineapple rings in that hangar.”
“Preserved pineapple rings must be a new fad in the States, sir,” the general said. “Those nurses you sent to celebrate the election with the headquarters crew were.…”
“What nurses?”
“Those fifty Navy nurses. Of course, we realized we didn’t need a physical.…”
Admiral Primrose, leaning over the chart, broke in. “Your communications room. Ah, here it is.”
General Ware said, “What have Navy nurses to do with canned pineapples?”
“Well, sir, the girls insisted on a can of preserved pineapple rings apiece…” Lindenberry began.
“Did you meet the pilot of NATS number twelve?” the admiral asked.
“Yes, sir. Commander Howells.”
“Did the crew pilfer the pineapples for th
