“Oui, mon capitaine.”
“You can hit him, he cannot reach you.”
“Oui, mon capitaine.”
“The American will stay with you?”
“Oui, mon capitaine.”
“Bomb hell out of them!”
“Oui, mon capitaine.”
“Hold them there and we will bag them.”
“Oui, mon capitaine.”
Smiling, the captain patted Deporte on the shoulder. Deporte, looking squarely into his eyes, grinned back. They understood each other, those two. It was not superior ordering inferior. It was man to man.