 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. For example, he could have chosen a Second Looie for the job on Venus. The rest was gravy, and Colonel Walsh wasn't going to let me get by with gravy. 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. 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. But then, it should be simple to find a man with a name like Joe. 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. "You are Joe, aren't you? 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. Walsh was about the lowest, most contemptible.... "Yes," I said, still thinking of Colonel Walsh.
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