Book Description

LIEUTENANT POPE, battalion adjutant of the first battalion of the Thirty-fourth United States Infantry, looked up from his office desk as the door swung open and a smart, trim-looking young corporal strode in.Pausing before the desk, the young corporal came to a precise, formal salute. Then, dropping his right hand to his side, the soldier stood at attention."Good morning, Corporal Overton.""Good morning, sir.""What do you wish?""I have been making inquiries, sir," continued Corporal Hal Overton, "and I am informed that you have some signaling flags among the quartermaster's stores.""I believe I have," nodded Lieutenant Pope."I have come to ask, sir, if I may borrow a couple of the flags.""Borrow? Then, Corporal, I take it that you do not want the flags for duty purposes?""Not immediately for duty purposes, sir. Corporal Terry and myself would like to practise at wig-wagging until we become reasonably expert. Sergeant Hupner is an expert at wig-wagging, I understand."