You can start the journey here, at part 1.

“There is no victory for you here,” he said, making his voice sound gravelly and worn. “You have done me a dishonor in my service and I will have to relieve you of your command.” Ben broke the pencil in two and stuck one half into each of  his ears. He was smart enough not to put the right one in point-first, but dumb enough to forget that the broken end was sharp too. With blood streaming down the side of his face and his scalp scraped raw, Ben stood up and asked if he could go to the boys room.