shootin' at your own brothers this morning ... or your mother." "You better watch your mouth, Ward. There might be a Loyalty Officer tuned in on the band. You wouldn't want a probe, would you?" Coleman asks. "Ah, they ain't listenin', Sarge. This guy gives me the willies. He don't know nothin' but how to run that damn armor and how to fight. He don't even know who he was to start with." "I wish I did know ... I wish I...." "You know, Whitey, maybe you was a big shot on the other side. Maybe you was Joe Stalin's grandson or something." "Remember!" an eager voice whispered in our ears. "Remember what you are fighting for. In the WDPFR there are more washing machines than in any place else in the world!" I had to laugh. "You ever seen a washing machine, Sarge?" I asks. Coleman was looking back toward our lines. "Yeah. There used to be a place called Brooklyn that was full of 'em. You know, there's something going on back there. The whole company seems to be moving up. And there's a big armored crawler there with a smaller one parked beside it." He sits back down with a clanking of armor. "Must be some big shots coming around to see how we're winning the war." "I wish someone would use a can opener on me right now and take me out of this walking sardine can and plump me into a washing machine. I ain't been clean in five years," I says. "Do they have washing machines on the other side?" Whitey wants to know. "Naw. They ain't got nothin' like that, nothin' at all," I tells him. "Things like washing machines is reserved for us capitalists." "If we got washing machines and they ain't, then what are we fighting for?" Whitey asks. "You better ask the Sarge that. He's the intellectual around here. He reads all the comic books and things." "Why do you think we're fighting, Whitey?" Coleman asks. "Well, Sarge ... I don't know. If I could just remember who I used to be, I'd know. Sometime I'm gonna remember. Every once in a while I can almost ... but then I don't." "Well, why do you think we're fighting?" I asks.