"Yes sir. I want to register a complaint with General Chisholm personally."
"What!" His face turned beet red. "Look, soldier, we're not strictly GI in this outfit out of love of red tape. This is a dangerous service. You have to follow the chain of command every time." He entered a black mark on the card. "Tell your immediate superior."
"He's the one I'm complaining against, sir."
"Then go see the Inspector General!"
"The time lag, sir, it would take too long to reach General Chisholm."
The Major violently punched another mark on the card. "Wipe the grin off your face, Mister. What's so funny?"
"That's part of my complaint, sir. I've been drugged to joy."
"I really ought to call the General. You'd make a perfect punishment example."
"Just as long as I get to talk to the General, sir," he said, confidence in his success gone even if the evil stuff kept him feeling so good.
"Wait in the outside room." He reached for a phone. "Who's your immediate superior?"