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TWO days later he found his regiment and reported at the company office. There was no sign of the seregant major. Only a cleric was sitting there, idle, at the desk. The village lay a hundred and twenty kilometers west of the last position Graeber had seen. "How are things here? " he asked.
"Shitty. How was your furlough?"