"I don't—think I—understand that at all. What are they trying to do?" White asks. "I thought the enemy was Reds."
"You're in pretty bad shape, ain't you buddy?" I laughs. "Can't you even remember who you're fighting?"
"Leave him alone, will you, Ward," the sergeant orders. "If you had been brain washed as many times as he has you'd have trouble remembering things too."
"Whatta ya mean?"
Sarge swung the big headpiece of his armor around and looked at White through his electric eyes. "How many times you been captured, Whitey?" he asks.
"I ... I don't know, Sarge. I don't remember. Twice ... I guess."
"That's two brain washings from the enemy and two rewashings from our own psycho units. Four electronic brain washings don't leave much in a man's brain."
"Well, I'll be damned. Which side was you on first, Whitey?" I asks.
"I don't know ... I don't remember."
"Ah come on now, you must know. Was you a Russian or an American? Western Democratic Peoples Federal Republics or Peoples Federal Democratic Eastern Republics—which side?"