John shuddered inwardly.
“That’s odd. I’ve been here two days and haven’t seen one yet.”
“You’re lucky. You must be in one of the newer bunkers.”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Well, you’ll see them soon enough. Just prepare yourself. Now, what can I do for you?”
“I’d like some information about reenlisting.”
“Okay. What information can I give you?”
“Can I pick any job in the Army when I reenlist?”
“It all depends on if you’re qualified or not.”
“I feel that I’m qualified for a clerk typist position. In high school, I had two years of typing and finished the course at fifty-six words a minute.”
“That sure makes you qualified enough, but why in the hell would you want to reenlist as a clerk typist?”
“Top, I was stationed with the 25th Division down south and got transferred here just this week.
