(short 'half update', got hit by inspiration & then it went away just as quickly, better post what I have before I forget the story for another year)
As the song ends, one of the cadets comments on the melancholy that had descended on the club:
>"Brigadier better pull rank & play something more up-beat next, where is she by the way?"
>"AWOL!" the instructors answer in unison.
>"...But, she's the commander! How is it even possible for her to be AWOL?" Buttelmann asks, confused.
>"General Marseille denies herself evening pass & then goes out anyway, tomorrow she will order herself to be restricted to the base for a week & come evening do what ever she feels like doing, up to and including going out again", Barkhorn explains with a pained expression on her face. She and Brigadier General Hanna-Justina Marseille are something of antagonists to each other, one of them strict disciplinarian & the other an unrepentant drunk and a womanizer for whom "discipline" is a nasty word that gets shouted at her after every time she has had a little bit of fun.
>"How is she a general with stunts like that?" another cadet asks before she can stop herself.
>"Someone at Pentagon had the bright idea of giving her the stars without taking a look at her service record, now they don't dare to take the stars away for fear that she might view it as a permission to start flying again" Yeager answers with a grin.
>"Can't they just go to the President & have him force her out?"
>"Of course they tried that already, President Truman took one look at her record & laughed so hard he pissed himself & turns out he now likes Marseille." Eila continues the explanation, keeping "how do you think Hartmann and I have been able to keep our commissions?" to herself.