"Mac Williams is Fightin' Joe Mac Williams. He's going to talk to us. Look ... there he is now."
I adjusted my eyepieces for direct vision and sure enough on the kind of balcony on the back of this big armored crawler was a guy. I mean to tell you he sure looked like something too. He was in full battle armor with scarlet trimmings and gold rivets. He was wearing a mother-of-pearl plated helmet with three stars set in rubies. Even the twin machine guns that were fitted to his armor instead of the 75 recoilless and 40 mm we had on ours was plated to look like silver.
"Gosh! Imagine a General coming 'way up here in all this mud and stuff. That guy must really have guts!" someone mutters on the company circuit.
"Yeah. I bet he's only got one swimming pool in that land yacht of his."
"Shut up! What's the matter with you? That ain't no way to talk. You a sub or something?"
"Say, did you guys see what I saw through the windows of that crawler? Dames!"
"Dames?"
"Who you kiddin'?"
"So help me. There was two of them. Two big, tall, willowy, blond WAC Captains!"
"Them's the General's aides."