One look then was enough for him to dislike this unknown lieutenant immediately. The officer's face was smooth, un-marred. He put on face armor despite the battery of perimeter sprays in operation all around the clearing, and as he began moving toward the C.O.'s tent, MacFall saw him looking at the ground as though he had never seen its like before. A new boy, obviously. It was purely an impersonal dislike, caused by the fact that MacFall was usually given the task of breaking these new boys in. This one was new all right, a mere baby. MacFall hoped that he would not also turn out to be a brat. The lieutenant disappeared into Colonel Dawson's tent. Shortly afterwards the tent canvas almost bulged to a bellow of "MacFall!" MacFall went in, saluted and was stood at ease. He saw that close up the lieutenant's right eye had a distinct mouse under it—probably sustained in a fight with some civilian. That type of disfigurement was common these days, too, public opinion being as it was both strong and mixed.
