“I’ll say we did.”
“You’d a thought so if you’d a been there, you lowlife.”
“Yeh, pretty soft for you birds in the galley.”
“But not as soft as it’s goin’ to be for you guys,” the greaseball was ingratiating.
“Whaddya mean?” the platoon scoffed.
“Ain’t you heard?” The greaseball looked surprised.
“Heard nothin’,” Cole answered grumpily. “Where’ve we been to hear anything?”
“Well,” hesitatingly, “maybe I hadn’t ought to tell.”
“Go on and tell, greaseball.”
“Yeh, what the hell else are you good for?”