Moffit glanced at Hitch. Hitch was chewing his ever present bubblegum. Moffit had once told Hitch that all his incessant chewing would eventually cause jaw pain, and that he should stop chewing so much bubblegum. Hitch had grinned, popped a bubble and said, "I'll think about it, Sarge." He popped another bubble. After about thirty seconds he said, "Okay, Sarge, I've thought about it."
"And?"
"Well, you see Sarge, it's like this." Here Hitch blew and popped yet another bubble. "If I stop chewing bubblegum, I won't be able to work up enough saliva on a hot day. If we get captured or something, I might die from not having my bubblegum and it'll all be your fault. Also, how will I fix the jeep? If I can't fix the jeep, we might get captured and set to a prison camp. If we get sent to a prison camp, it might take a couple of days for you and Sarge to come up with a plan to get us out of there. By that time, Dietrich might have taken over the whole desert. If Dietrich takes over the desert, how will Sarge have anyone to match wits against? He'll get rusty."
Moffit had struggled from laughing the whole time Hitch had given this explanation. But at last he couldn't contain himself any longer. He burst out laughing and didn't stop for a good two minutes. At last he said, all out of breath, "Alright, Hitch, you can keep chewing your bubblegum. But stop calling me 'Sarge'."
Hitch had flashed a grin and said, "Sure, whatever you say Sarge." He ducked and dodged all the various things that were thrown at him.
One thing was for sure, life would never be boring with Hitch around.