Tip motioned the captive to the floor. " Ya heard the word from up high,trooper" growled Big Pierson the section leader at the both of them. " No effing prisoners!" Tip shrugged off his gear and slinked over to an empty corner. " Ya ought to check this one out, Sarge. Hey you! Save yourself." The ragged figure, shivering looked from the scout, to the noncom,then to the other troopers in the bullet and shell torn building. Tip,not unkindly, handed his captive his canteen. Nodding thanks it took a long pull on the canteen not wasting a drop. Turning to Tip, who gestured it was okay, the captive stood up. Two hard eyed killers clicked back their automatics' slides, and the noncom seemed to go into a gunfighter's stance. Taking a deep breath and exhaling, the captive began to sing. " She knows all his songs?" The rear echelon commando asked the recently cleaned up combat officer. The returned lieutenant taking in the luxury of life in the rear, came to attention. " Yes,Major," To call this SOB sir would be an insult to the ones who deserved that appellation but were now casualties. " She knows not only all of Sly & The Family Stone's songs, but she can have you crying when she does Saint Chaka Khan's "Sweet Thang"! "UhUhh! Really!" The lieutenant just nodded his head. He was there with hard slapped veterans,in that abandoned theater that evening, who had been through and done damn near everything to survive the combat, and were weeping like babies! There was a whole company humming along with her. " Lieutenant! You get this woman back to the Land. You are in charge of her until you hear otherwise, alright!" " Yes Major!" He snapped off a salute and stood to attention. They both stood like pillars when General" Slap 'Em Down!" Creedly strode into the office. "At Ease! You the one found this living songbook, son?" " No sir! A scout from my company did sir." "Well captain, this here sargeant and you are going to have my foot up your azzes if you let anything so much as scratch her, unnerstan me?" " Yes Sir!" "Tell me something son," the general said less pride leader now. " Does she know St. Curtis too?" " Would you like to hear her sing " Future Shock" or the entire SuperFly album, Sir?" " Oh be still my foolish heart! Can I?"
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