"You've seen that huge mile-long building that's across the square from us?"
"I've seen it and found little to like about it. The enemy has every kind of gun in there that's been invented."
"Well, the Captain says that that's it! Fighting Joe wants us to take it."
"Remember boys, remember that the way of life in the W.D.P.F.R. is better. Remember what you're fighting for—hotdogs and new cars, electric refrigerators and apple pie, sweethearts and mother. Don't let mother down boys!"
A voice that used to sell us bath soap is selling us war.
"That kind of sounds like we're getting ready to move in, don't it Sarge?" I says.
Sure enough a half hour later we starts to move up. The whole company of thirty men is on its way with the rest of the battalion close behind.
"Say, maybe there'll be some dames up ahead," Dobshanski is saying.
"What do you want with dames? You got the Waiting Wife and the Faithful Sweetheart on your TV, ain't you?" the Sergeant says.
"It ain't the same. It ain't the same at all," Dobshanski says.