Just then, Specialist Jones walked in and asked him, “Who are you?” Jones was one of Captain Cannady’s experiments on steroids. Bradshaw followed and announced:
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“The General of the Army is on the base. He has a son waiting to be picked up at the arrival point. I thought I’d mosey on back to inform-* oh, I see that he is here. First to fight, Sir.”

“Carry on, Specialist Bradshaw.” Lezama acknowledged.

“So because he’s your son, he gets fucking special treatment?” Jones questioned about Lezama.

“First comers get picked up.” Captain Cannady reminded Jones.

“Do you have a problem with authority figures, young man?” questioned the General, “I don’t know you, but you’re wearing a man’s uniform, yet you’re behaving like a child with a want to throw a tantrum. Why? Or are you a bully and think to manhandle me?”

“Sir, we’ll handle him.” Cannady spoke.

“No! He’s mine to discipline!” hollered the General, “This young man needs to be not only held responsible for his actions, but his words as well. Dock his pay double the limit.”

The officers emerged from their offices and grabbed Jones and began to beat him with a paddle. “What the fuck are you doing?” Lezama asked.

“We’re punishing this insubordination of disrespect of an officer.”

“What you are doing is called corporal punishment, brought into service in the civil war termed from the act of a Corporal inflicting physical punishment for correction. Cease such punishment, permanently! Do you realize what has happen here? We’re in Southern Georgia. Did three White officers punished a Negro soldier with a paddle?  Are you aware of the ramifications? This racial shit comes to an end now! And this childish spanking-shit with a paddle in an attempt to cover up an assault by calling it hazing the pledge, as it is done in colleges is also over. Who’s Sargent of the Guard?”

“I am, Sir.” Sargent Mickens raised his hand.
       
“Sargent Mickens, arrest these officers involved in the assault and battery of a Negro and have the MPs take them to the stockade.
       
And gentlemen, my son is no pussy. He doesn’t to be picked up by racist assholes. He’ll be here by the end of the day. Attenhut! Carry out your orders!”

“Alright, this bullshit ends here,” said Benson a White executive officer and grabbed Lezama by the throat. “Someone put this kid up to a prank. No child can be a General.” He squeezed Lezama’s throat. Lezama grabbed the paddle and swung it sideways and cracked the officer’s head.

“If any of you ever place your fucking hands on me again, I will rip out your fucking head off and skull fuck you to death.” And Lezama spat on the assaulting officer as that officer lay on the floor bleeding to death from a cracked cranium.

Joseph sensed that such exhibition wasn’t enough to be taken serious. He took hold of the fire extinguisher and slammed it over the dead officer’s skull. He took hold of that skull and yanked it to expose his brains. He took a scoop of a mixture of brains and raw blood and bit into it. He scanned the office then walked away as the men dropped their gaze. “I thought you said that corporal punishment was over?” Jones inquired.

“There is a difference between corporal punishment, and killing in self-defense!” Joseph replied. He stepped out and slammed the door behind him leaving the men of Bravo Battery, 1st and 13th FA to settle the debauchery they had provoked. Joseph stormed out of the area perplexed by what he had done. He had outlawed corporal punishment but disciplined the assaulting officer with death, but those were the key terms to his reaction; assaulting officer. He had reacted in self-defense. Then seeing that such officer was going to die slowly from such defense without remedy, he put him out of his misery, though he was dead already. The rest was a demonstration of authority. Nobody takes a General, regardless of his age, by the throat without repercussions.