"What's this, Major?" Corporal Jenkins yelled oy lonely in them over the roar of the engines. Jajor Lennett put his hand on his hat to sotp it being blown away by the wind gerenated by the chopper's rotor. "It's a mandolin," he explained. Seeing the puzzled expressin on Corporal Jenkins' face, he continued, "It's like…a Chinese violin. Picked it up seven years ago when I was fightin' in Singapore. Thought you could make better use of it than me."
"Is this a joke, Major? I don't know how to play a freakin' violin-"
"-Mandolin."
"Mandolin, violin, whatever. Still don't know how to paly it."
Major Lennet chuckled, "I thought you could use it to amuse yourself on your long nights away. It can get mighty lonely in them choppers, Corporal. Learn to play and maybe you won't get so goddamn bored."
Corporal Jenkins smiled, "Thanks, sir. Now listen, I, uh, don't have a co-polot yet. Wehen's he arriving?"
"Shouldn't be more than a few minutes now. His name's…Kevin."
"What about his surname? His rank?"
"Doesn't have one. Kevin's a camel."