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(con. 1967) The Barracks Thief 93: [used in context of a milit. barracks] Everyone knew what a blanket party was. When you had a shirker or a guy who wouldn’t take showers you got together and threw a blanket over his head and beat the bejesus out of hm. The Barracks Thief 91: If the clerk had busted him at poker, or if someone in his family was sick [etc]. The Barracks Thief 61: [T]he gadget shops that sell German helmets and Vietcong flags [...] exotic condoms, fireworks and dirty books . The Barracks Thief 37: He cocked his rifle. [...] The man froze. [...] ‘You heard me,’ Lewis said. ‘Let loose of that fence or you’re dog meat’. The Barracks Thief 63: He watches the one in shorts, who is [...] doing the French inhale with her cigarette . The Barracks Thief 68: She holds the knife as a man would do [...] I don’t care what you do, she says. Just get . The Barracks Thief 74: She yanks his underpants to his knees and grabs him between her thumb and forefinger [...] Okay, softy, she says. The Barracks Thief 43: We were in a state. Every time we stopped laughing one of us would giggle and set it off again. The Barracks Thief 42: We had stood our ground together. We knew what we were made of now, and the stuff was good.