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Chapters (48)
  1. Copyright
  2. Dedication
  3. Author’s Note
  4. Part I
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Part II
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Part III
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Selected References and Suggestions for Further Reading
  45. Reader Chat Page
  46. Chapter 1
  47. Buy the Book
  48. About the Author

I waited until there were just me and the major left. “Sir, I want to thank you for choosing me,” I said. “But, I was wondering . . . That is, I got into some trouble yesterday, and I was kind of thinking—”

“I heard about it,” Major Garrett said. “I have to tell you that if anything like it happens again, you’ll be out of the CCC so fast you won’t know what happened.”

“But I’m not now?”

“No.”

“Then I guess I need to thank you for giving me a second chance,” I said.

Major Garrett shook his head. “That was your company commander’s decision. I just suggested that if you were to be allowed to stay on, the Monroe camp might be a good assignment for you.”

“I see,” I said, though I didn’t, really. “Well, anyway, thank you.”

“As I said, you’re thanking the wrong man.”

I skipped breakfast so I’d be waiting outside Captain Strom’s office when he got there.

“Sir,” I said, “I’m Enrollee Moss Trawnley—”

“I know who you are.”

“Major Garrett said you’re letting me stay in, despite yesterday, and I wanted to say I’m grateful. Also, that I’m sorry for what happened.”

“You came within a hairsbreadth of being thrown out. And you’re going to have to make good on the broken fixture. A replacement’s going to cost the corps around seven dollars, and that’s money you won’t see come payday.”

“I don’t mind, sir,” I said.

“Since the other two are gone, you’re going to have to pay it all yourself.”

“I understand. I will.”

“Frankly, my first inclination was to get rid of you. The CCC doesn’t need hotheads causing dissension and maybe giving the communities where we put our camps a reason not to welcome us. But I respect what others say, and you certainly had a lot of people going to bat for you. Sergeant Mackey, especially.”

“The sergeant?” I asked. “He was on my side?”

“He said you didn’t make excuses for yourself. And that you finished the job you’d been given, despite the other two skipping out. That showed character.

“Though, of course, you should have gone to your junior leaders when the trouble with Klein and Lukowski first started, instead of taking matters into your own hands. If your friends hadn’t explained things to Leader Reese last evening and gone with him to track down Sergeant Mackey at the NCO club, we’d never have heard the whole story.”

So that’s where they went!

I considered saying that one of the junior leaders, Bill Compton, did know a good part of it, but I let it go.

“And finally,” Captain Strom said, “Major Garrett suggested I review your case carefully. He said anybody in as much trouble as you were yesterday, who’d still notice a tree that needed protecting, belonged doing conservation work.”