They conquered the planet and they owned it outright. The trouble was--they didn't dare set foot on it! From the head of the platoon Lieutenant Lee Hartford signaled Sergeant Felix, busy policing up stragglers at the rear, that he was taking over. Hartford tongued the volume-setting of his bitcher to "Low" and softly sing-songed to his three dozen troopers: "_Your girlfriend's just an hour away; there's a time to soldier and a time to play._ Pick it HUP, HUP, HUP! 'Toon, tain-HUT.' HUP, twop, threep, furp; HUP, HUP; HUP, twop, threep, furp. Mondrian, pick up the cadence; you're marching like a man with a paper pelvis. _Swing 'em six to the front and three to the rear; When you sing to your …
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