Foxy

"And may I say, Sarge," the Whizzer offered, "you're lookin' quite the fox in that there rubber raincoat."

"Pause it, Wisenewski," the sergeant told him. "Gimme some of that New Army professionalism like you did when the pool reporters came."

"Well gosh sorry sir." The Whizzer snapped off a gloved salute. "Women in combat, good to go."

Dexter sniggered through his ventilator. "Long as it keeps your own ass out of the line."

"Hey, lay off." Emily put her arm around the Whizzer. "The Whiz here's the bravest fighting mailman our country's ever known."