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Sounds like the book his Dad gave him may have been a military manual. The kid reads like he comes from a military family.
My Dad was a retired 1st Class lifer from the Navy. We had in our room:
2 beds
1 Radio
1 overhead lamp
1 Dresser
He would inspect out room at 6:30 a.m. look under the beds, check to see if the clothes were folded to regulation specs, white glove the sills to the windows and bounce a quarter off the beds and kick the #^&#^&#^&#^& out of you if everything wasn't right. He died when I was 17. At his funeral there wasn't a wet eye.
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