Amazon.com: Baumholder 1961 eBook: Charles Deemer: Books: (get free Kindle app)
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Sgt. Malinowski took several steps into the Enlisted Men’s Club and stopped. He had never seen the linguists of Processing Company this drunk, this loud or this disorderly. Everyone was yelling at once, small groups trying to make their conversations heard over their loud neighbors. Someone stood on a table, his pants dropped, mooning the universe (the sergeant didn’t recognize the buttocks) while other linguists clapped and yelled catcalls. My God, thought Malinowski. May their mothers never learn about this, or recruiting into this man’s Army would crash to a standstill. What mother would send her son to a school of drunken debauchery?
This novella has worn especially well with me, despite rather esoteric subject matter. It's just so goddamn true. One of my better works of fiction, I think, though I doubt if many agree.
