MAJOR BRIGGS enters and sits at the counter, enjoys a cup of coffee, a little contemplation. The LOG LADY appears, sits beside him. Holding, patting her log. She eyes the medals arrayed on the Major’s uniform.

LOG LADY: You wear bright objects on your chest.

MAJOR BRIGGS: (unfazed) Yes. I do.

LOG LADY: Are you proud?

MAJOR BRIGGS: Achievement is its own reward. Pride obscures it. Cream?

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