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En Garde, whole no. 16, January 1946
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page 8. So it was that when the opportunity came to take advanced training in sixth order forces at the University of Aldebaron, he leaped at the chance. Thoughts of learning great knowledge and becoming a high-ranking officer and doing great things swirled through his head. Thus began a year of profound concentration and monastic application to studies. Tensor analysis, hypergeometry, fourth and fifth order mechanics. Outside in space, forces of unimaginable intensities slashed and burned as the battle continued to rage, while in school, Joe Eager drooled deeply into the slavering piles of knowledge, keeping the vision of future magnificence firmly in mind. Finally the course was completed, and he could relax once more. Now -- back to the Fleet and the hard active life. The war still raged. There was much to be done. He was attached for a month to a casual outfit on Betelgeuse IV for reclassification and reassignment. He had a good time there amusing himself, reading books and shoveling gravel. His newly acquired knowledge was very useful in shoveling gravel. His next stop was Communications Center on Procyon VI, where he dodged details for a month, took basic training again for three weeks, and then he was sent to Sirius XI for Communications training. There he learned practical work to supplement his theory. Months sped swiftly by. The war continued to rage. Joe Eager learned more and more, and continued to think of great work he was going to do when he learned enough. Finally the course was completed and he could relax once more. The camp on Procyon VI had closed in the meantime, so he took a spaship for Polaris III, stopping at home for a furlough on the way. There he had a wonderful time with his best friend's fiancee. His best friend was away on Antar IV at the time. On Polaris III he had a stimulating period of sleeping, emptying garbage cans, sleeping, drilling, sleeping, seeing movies, sleeping, etc. The great visions still stirred in his mind, so he decided to apply for officer's training. He would become an officer and get out of all this. So he filled out ten forms, and they bounced back because he had used the wrong abbreviation for Galactic Fleet Communications Service, Gamma Sector, Unit Command. So he filled out the ten forms again, and then discovered that his eyes had deteriorated so much because of his intense study at school that he could no longer pass the physical qualifications to become an officer. Finally, joy, he was assigned to the crew of a battleship, and he entered a strenuous period of training and maneuvers. This was the life. Hard, real, the work brought the thoughts of great accomplishment into his mind once more. Far out in space the war continued to rage. The invaders were
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page 8. So it was that when the opportunity came to take advanced training in sixth order forces at the University of Aldebaron, he leaped at the chance. Thoughts of learning great knowledge and becoming a high-ranking officer and doing great things swirled through his head. Thus began a year of profound concentration and monastic application to studies. Tensor analysis, hypergeometry, fourth and fifth order mechanics. Outside in space, forces of unimaginable intensities slashed and burned as the battle continued to rage, while in school, Joe Eager drooled deeply into the slavering piles of knowledge, keeping the vision of future magnificence firmly in mind. Finally the course was completed, and he could relax once more. Now -- back to the Fleet and the hard active life. The war still raged. There was much to be done. He was attached for a month to a casual outfit on Betelgeuse IV for reclassification and reassignment. He had a good time there amusing himself, reading books and shoveling gravel. His newly acquired knowledge was very useful in shoveling gravel. His next stop was Communications Center on Procyon VI, where he dodged details for a month, took basic training again for three weeks, and then he was sent to Sirius XI for Communications training. There he learned practical work to supplement his theory. Months sped swiftly by. The war continued to rage. Joe Eager learned more and more, and continued to think of great work he was going to do when he learned enough. Finally the course was completed and he could relax once more. The camp on Procyon VI had closed in the meantime, so he took a spaship for Polaris III, stopping at home for a furlough on the way. There he had a wonderful time with his best friend's fiancee. His best friend was away on Antar IV at the time. On Polaris III he had a stimulating period of sleeping, emptying garbage cans, sleeping, drilling, sleeping, seeing movies, sleeping, etc. The great visions still stirred in his mind, so he decided to apply for officer's training. He would become an officer and get out of all this. So he filled out ten forms, and they bounced back because he had used the wrong abbreviation for Galactic Fleet Communications Service, Gamma Sector, Unit Command. So he filled out the ten forms again, and then discovered that his eyes had deteriorated so much because of his intense study at school that he could no longer pass the physical qualifications to become an officer. Finally, joy, he was assigned to the crew of a battleship, and he entered a strenuous period of training and maneuvers. This was the life. Hard, real, the work brought the thoughts of great accomplishment into his mind once more. Far out in space the war continued to rage. The invaders were
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