Honest Injun, I swear it happened. It wasn't stress - the guy
was just an 18K, 100%, pure-bred wanker. Hell, Daddy was some
bigwig at SingTel - he popped into the company one night, walked
right past my platoon in the training shed and went to see the OC,
and a couple of days later, Junior was out. Next time we saw him,
we were at another camp and he was wearing bars. Nobody bothered
saluting and he scurried off as fast as he could.