“In civilian life,” said Lt. Darrow, “he was an accountant, if you can believe it. He never talks about it, though.”
“How do you know Lt. Ringo was an accountant if he never talks about it?” Maj. Stubb asked.
Lt. Ringo’s plane circled around for a landing, displaying brilliant nose art of a tax form firing a machine gun labeled Internal Audit.
“I figured it out somehow,” said Lt. Darrow drily.
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