From Present Uncertain.
“Raithbhertiagh!”
“O...” Callon started to correct him. Lifting his head, he saw the Major peering over the file tower Gunny had piled on his desk. Well, it wasn’t exactly his desk. It was the platoon commander’s, but since they were short a platoon commander, his desk. Not that anyone would explain what happened to the previous platoon commander except that he left in tears. That, Callon could imagine. He realized that the Major was still talking.
