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There aren’t many of us and we can’t
mount a full guard. The orderlies block
the door with a bed and sleep with their
weapons there in the corridor. At night
each barracks turns into a separate block
post and has a separate existence. When
there is a knock at the door we rush
towards it with our weapons. And even
if it’s the duty officer for the regiment,
and that doesn’t happen often, we check
him out thoroughly, get the password, his
surname and rank, or we get him to tell
us the commander’s telephone number,
which of course we radiomen know.
One of us shouts the questions through
the door, two of us stand on either side,
ready to open fire. Once we are sure it’s
our officer we make him go down one