The Major laughed and said, “Well, did it teach you anything?” He looked at the lieutenant sharply, the trace of a smile on his lips.
Dorman inhaled deeply, “I’ll say it did.”
“Fine.” The Major got up and stuck out his hand. “Are we friends?”
Dorman took the hand and said, “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
“That’s all right,” the Major said. “Just keep holding on.”
“Yes, sir,” Dorman said and went out.
He entered the barracks whistling and Chick Lancaster grinned and came over.
“What happened?” he said. “You don’t look like a little boy who caught hell.”
“I didn’t,” Dorman said.
“He didn’t decorate you, did he?”