Professor Henderson has to wait. We got a whole warehouse full of material to assemble and ship, and it is all priority stuff. Everyone's shipment is "top priority." Well, I only got so many men and Henderson is just going to have to cool his nuclear heels until I get around to his precious bulldozer!
For decades now America has been "The Arsenal of Democracy." With a Cold War people don't want to spend money on defense. They don't want to build weapons that serve only to sit in warehouses, weapons that may be obsolete and scrapped without ever having been used.
We gotta have the strongest Army in the world, with the best equipment. Those Russkies and Chi Coms outnumber us ten to one, heck, twenty to one. The only way to beat those kinda odds is to have better tank, guns, armored personnel carriers, planes, helicopters than they got. But then they just sit here, waiting for the day we hope will never come. In the meantime, I gotta run this warehouse with a peace time staff for a war time mission.
That crew is half the size it should be. They are unpacking our newest Armored Personnel Carrier. Proudly made in the U.S.A. Just getting it out of the packing is a huge job.
It takes as least a dozen men just to unpack the 'Carrier. Then they gotta cut the flash, and put the thing together. Sure, it says it's only five parts, but when you count the machine gun and ramp theres actually seven pieces. And on top of that, all of them but the machine gun is larger than a man!
It takes as least a dozen men just to unpack the 'Carrier. Then they gotta cut the flash, and put the thing together. Sure, it says it's only five parts, but when you count the machine gun and ramp theres actually seven pieces. And on top of that, all of them but the machine gun is larger than a man!
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