"Now, don't you get cynical on us, Broom Brenda," Randy Blalock put in quickly, "Some of us here have high expectations of our military career. Just look at Hosea Bethea over there, the best shot on base - just waiting for that big day when the higher ups will look past his size and the color of his skin and give him the promotion he's worked so hard for. Ain't that right, brother man?"
The smallest one among them said nothing.
"s**t, bro," Chapel Fredericks chimed in, "Brother Bethea will soon learn that the only thing hard work gets a black man in America is a sweaty uniform."
Two of the three Caucasian soldiers groaned. Fredericks glared at them in amazement. "What are you moanin' and groanin' about? They don't care about you, neither. Why do you think they put you with us?"
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