Sergeant Shane
Goes to War
Trust Sergeant Shane to screw up the works—
even when he set out to do his fighting duty!
IT WAS during the stopover of the F.S.S. Western Hemisphere, our space battlewagon and pride of the Federation Fleet, in the big space harbor base on Saturn, that my ape-like companion and hare brained associate, Sergeant Shane, weathered one of the wildest and wooliest escapades in his long and lucky career—and when I say lucky, I mean very fortunate!
And it was on a bright and shining morning of that stopover, that Shane found me trying to catch a little sleep on the third atomic gun deck and promptly put an end to all such hopes.
"Corporal Cork," Shane declared in that saw-tooth voice of his, "this is a positively disgraceful posture I find you in."
I had been stretched out flat on my
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