he had yea paperwork on his desk , and sitting there , rolling a pencil back and forth and thinking about that old geezer out someplace in his pick-up truck , that old geezer with white hair buzzed flat in a crewcut and a mechanical arm on account of he 'd lost the real one at a place called pusan in an undeclared war which had happened when most of the current crop of viet nam vets were still shitting yellow in their didies ... well , none of that was moving the paper on his desk , and it was n't finding gamache , either .