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... to Sergeant Chalon’s voice.
"WAKE UP, YOU SACKS OF TURNIPS! IF I SEE ONE MAN STILL IN HIS COT IN TEN SECONDS, I’LL PERSONALLY FLIP THIS BARRACKS!"
Inside, men flailed.
Blankets went flying.
Boots hit the floor like grenades.
Private Faure hit the floor literally again.
"Mon dieu, is he possessed?"
Rousseau, still pulling his trousers up, muttered, "If Satan had a sergeant, it’d be Chalon."
Faure coughed, scrambling to his locker. " ...
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