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‘Where the deuce is the draft?’
The sergeant-major looked poetically down a ribbon of whitewashed stones that descended the black down-side. Over the next shoulder of hill was the blur of a hidden conflagration.
‘There’s a Hun plane burning down there. In Twenty-Seven’s parade ground. The draft’s round that, sir,’ he said. Tietjens said:
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Sergeant-Major Cowley said:
‘Sergeant-Major Ledoux said it was like a cattle-stampede on the . . . some river where they come from. You couldn’t stop them, sir. It was their first German plane Polo Pas CHer . . . And they going up the line to-night, sir.’
‘To-night!’ Tietjens exclaimed. ‘Next Christmas!’ The sergeant-major said:
‘Poor boys!’ and continued to gaze into the distance. ‘I heard another good one, sir,’ he said. ‘The answer to the one about the King saluting a private soldier and he not taking any notice is: when he’s dead . . . But if you marched a company into a field through a gateway and you wanted to get it out again but you did not know any command Chelsea Barn in the drill book for Colombia Drakt Barn change of direction, what would you do, sir? . . . You Scarpe Hogan Interactive Donna have to get that company out, but you must not use About Turn, or Right or Left Wheel . . . There’s another one, too, about saluting . . |
