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@@@@@ This training was what he liked; there was no getting away from itEven making up the schedule for each company was a problem, but a good oneIt was a little like filling out a crossword puzzleThe Major lit a cigar and stared out past the galvanized-iron walls of the operations shack across the hundred yards of jungle to the ocean that lapped delicately against the beachHe breathed deeply, savoring the pungent fish smell of the waterHe always did his best, no one could deny thatA rosy satisfaction eddied through him At this moment he got his ideaHe could jazz up the map-reading class by having a full-size color photograph of Betty Grable in a bathing suit, with a co-ordinate grid system laid over itThe instructor could point to different parts of her and say, "Give me the coordinates Goddam, what an idea! The Major chuckled out of sheer pleasureIt would make those troopers wake up and pay some attention in map class But where was he going to get a life-size photograph? The Major chased a coil of ash with the tip of his cigarHe could ask quartermaster but he was goddamned if he'd make a fool of himself filling out a requisition for thatMaybe Chaplain Davis, who was a good egg -- but, no, he'd better not ask him Dalleson scratched his headHe could write a letter to Army Headquarters, Special ServicesThey probably wouldn't have Grable, but any pin-up girl would doAnd in the meantime he might send a letter to the War Department Training Aids SectionThey were out for improvements like thatThe Major could see every unit in the Army using his idea at lastHe clenched his fists with excitementhe station wagon raced south down a backcountry road through the hills of New Hampshire toward the Massachusetts border, the driver a long-framed man, his sharp-featured face intense, his clear light-blue eyes furious ?We knew it would happen,? said Marie St?It was merely a question of