"Snipy, for short," said Roscoe.
"Then maybe you saved my life already," said Tom, "out in No Man's Land."
"Were you the kid on that wheel?" Roscoe asked, surprised.
"Yes, and I always knew you'd make a good soldier. I told everybody so."
"Kind of? Tommy, old boy, don't forget it was you made me a soldier," Roscoe said soberly. "Come on back to my perch with me," he added, "and tell me all about your adventures. This is better than taking Berlin. There's only one person in this little old world I'd rather meet in a lonely place, and that's the Kaiser. Come on—quiet now."
"You don't think you can show me how to stalk, do you?" said Tom.