Desertion is not diarrhea.
Desertion is a breech birth.
Bring your soldiers.
Bring your infants.
Now, men, here’s our plan:
- First we fail to arm the fuzes.
- Second we hush in the barracks.
- Third, we shoot the officers.
- Fourth we walk the other way.
We have bent our bolts backwards, our firing pins for toothpicks, at river-bottom they are mistaken for too-slender eels.