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FIRST M.P.: Follow me, please, Sir.

He crosses to the refrigerator door.

SERGEANT MORRISON: Just a minute, before you do

that -- .

The two M.P.'s turn, annoyed at this unusual behavior.

SERGEANT MORRISON: (to Gen. Yeager) Could I have

to Second M.P
your autograph, Sir? (.) Can I borrow your

pen?

The First M.P. pulls the handle to the massive stainless

steel door, which opens with a fog of icy air.

GEN.YEAGER: Sergeant, do you realize that by helping

these people mutiny you are courting death by hanging?

SERGEANT MORRISON: (without hesitation, likea slogan)

Yes, Sir. But I prefer death to godlessness, Sir.

The Second M.P. motions with the long rifle he carries,

and Gen. Yeager, with dignity, enters the refrigerated

room.

GEN. YEAGER: In the refrigerator. Registers total shock.

WHAT THE GENERAL SEES: Stacked on top of one

another, heads- to-feet in symmetrical pilings, are the

bodies of dead Airmen.

Some on the top have spilled their blood onto those

below. All of them have ghost-white faces, except those

who have been wounded in the facial area. It is like

refrigerated sides of beef, only former fellow officers and

men.

Gen. Yeager gags at the smell, staggers backwards at the