You’ve seen the supply room.

Half those boys can’t spell their own names on a requisition.”

“The garrison doesn’t stock that color, Colonel.”

“Then some clerk brought his own.” He folded his hands.

“Sergeant, you have three children and a gate.

The board convenes on the fourteenth.

I would rather my provost sergeant spend her hours on readiness than on a stamp pad.”

“Whose pen made the mark, sir?”