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Starship Troopers
Come
on
,
you
apes
!
You
wanta
live
forever
?
Unknown
platoon
sergeant
,
1918
I
always
get
the
shakes
before
a
drop
.
I
've
had
the
injections
,
of
course
,
and
hypnotic
preparation
,
and
it
stands
to
reason
that
I
ca
n't
really
be
afraid
.
The
ship
's
psychiatrist
has
checked
my
brain
waves
and
asked
me
silly
questions
while
I
was
asleep
and
he
tells
me
that
it
is
n't
fear
,
it
is
n't
anything
important
--
it
's
just
like
the
trembling
of
an
eager
race
horse
in
the
starting
gate
.
I
could
n't
say
about
that
;
I
've
never
been
a
race
horse
.
But
the
fact
is
:
I
'm
scared
silly
,
every
time
.
At
D-minus-thirty
,
after
we
had
mustered
in
the
drop
room
of
the
Rodger
Young
,
our
platoon
leader
inspected
us
.
He
was
n't
our
regular
platoon
leader
,
because
Lieutenant
Rasczak
had
bought
it
on
our
last
drop
;
he
was
really
the
platoon
sergeant
,
Career
Ship
's
Sergeant
Jelal
.
Jelly
was
a
Finno-Turk
from
Iskander
around
Proxima
--
a
swarthy
little
man
who
looked
like
a
clerk
,
but
I
've
seen
him
tackle
two
berserk
privates
so
big
he
had
to
reach
up
to
grab
them
,
crack
their
heads
together
like
coconuts
,
step
back
out
of
the
way
while
they
fell
.
Off
duty
he
was
n't
bad
--
for
a
sergeant
.
You
could
even
call
him
"
Jelly
"
to
his
face
.
Not
recruits
,
of
course
,
but
anybody
who
had
made
at
least
one
combat
drop
.
But
right
now
he
was
on
duty
.
We
had
all
each
inspected
our
combat
equipment
(
look
,
it
's
your
own
neck
--
see
?
)
,
the
acting
platoon
sergeant
had
gone
over
us
carefully
after
he
mustered
us
,
and
now
Jelly
went
over
us
again
,
his
face
mean
,
his
eyes
missing
nothing
.
He
stopped
by
the
man
in
front
of
me
,
pressed
the
button
on
his
belt
that
gave
readings
on
his
physicals
.
"
Fall
out
!
"
"
But
,
Sarge
,
it
's
just
a
cold
.
The
Surgeon
said
--
"
Jelly
interrupted
.
"
'
But
Sarge
!
'
"
he
snapped
.
"
The
Surgeon
ai
n't
making
no
drop
--
and
neither
are
you
,
with
a
degree
and
a
half
of
fever
.
You
think
I
got
time
to
chat
with
you
,
just
before
a
drop
?
Fall
out
!
"
