 Which “Joe” faces the brunt of Colonel Walsh’s racism?
S. A. LOMBINO There were more Joes on Venus than you could shake a ray-gun at. Perhaps there was method in Colonel Walsh's madness—murder-madness—when he ordered Major Polk to scan the planet for a guy named Joe. Colonel Walsh had a great sense of humor. For example, he could have chosen a Second Looie for the job on Venus. But he liked me about as much as I liked him, and so he decided the job was just right for a Major. We were somewhere in Area Two on Earth, takeoff point for any operations in Space II. The rest was gravy, and Colonel Walsh wasn't going to let me get by with gravy. "It will be a simple assignment, Major," he said to me, peering over his fingers. I had never liked Walsh's attitude toward natives. If Walsh really wanted to know the reasons for the revolt, I could give them to him in one word: Walsh. It had been going on for six months now and we'd lost at least a thousand men from Space II. Revolt. It was just like Walsh to ship me off to a strange place. He'd goofed off on a pile of uranium that could've, and almost did, blow the barracks sky-high that night. And now, through the fouled-up machinery that exists in any military organization, he outranked me. "A native, you know. But then, it should be simple to find a man with a name like Joe. The trip to Venus came off without a hitch. And I thought about Colonel Leonard Walsh and how he was supposed to be quelling that revolt. Ever since Walsh had taken command, ever since he'd started pushing the natives around, there'd been trouble. Venus was hotter than I'd expected it to be. His features, his muscles, everything seemed to have been stretched like a rubber band. "Same here, Toots," he answered. "You've got the wrong number," he said, and I was a little surprised at his use of Terran idiom. "You are Joe, aren't you? My orders said I was to report to Captain Bransten immediately upon arrival. The Officer's Club was a plasteel hut with window shields that protected it from the heat of the sun. I began to curse Walsh for taking me away from my nice soft job in Space II. But then, it should be simple to find a man with a name like Joe.
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