“I just wanted to make sure we got them,” the L-T said meekly after the end of the fire mission.
“Good shooting, sir!” Several men offered up whispered congratulations.
He was all smiles now and scooted up close to John so that no one else could hear their conversation. “Sergeant, I’m sorry. You were right.”
“No need to apologize. Just help me to do my job.”
“You got it.”
John felt good about what had just happened. Twelve mortar rounds exploded on the hilltop; not one person was hurt, and it looked like the Lieutenant had finally seen the light. It was turning out to be a great day.
The two men got along just fine from then on. No more bickering or threats to each other, and the L-T showed more trust and respect for John’s suggestions. They finally worked together as a team.
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